Freaky Friday Novels & Stories

“Excuse me, please, I’d like to know if you have seen a young lady here a couple of days ago?” “Sorry sir, I do not understand you… a lot of women lodge in here frequently.” “Of course, I knew that.” Freddy nearly rose his voice and licked his lips before continuing in a small cool voice. “I will only give you some description, maybe you can catch up. She is a bit short, brown hair, hazel eyes, sort of white skin, pink lips, a tiny shaped figure, also scared of elevators?” Freddy made stupid descriptions only to embarrass himself leaving the hotel receptionist blank.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

It was absurd to think that someone could be that enticing and she could not, for the life of her, figure out what that had to do with the lesson. However, the one thing that was the very reason why she was stuck in that building was something that she deemed to be the mother of all surreality. The man was believed to have been awaiting his bride and so on every friday the 13th of the eleventh month, a girl was tied up in his private home. If she was found on the next day, it served to prove that she was not the bride. If however...she shook her head. Of course nothing would happen to her. Besides, this man would be centuries old and as far as she was concerned no one could live that long.

Sometimes friends just need a time out, right? This was my weekend and if she doesn't leave for a while I'd likely snap. A few minutes later, she opened her bedroom door. She was holding the same laundry basket that held her stolen panties, the sexy patterned sundress she was wearing when she came in was on top. Her tits looked magical in that dress. She's going away with some fucking idiot she's known for a month and now they are in love. In my head the Amityville horror house said "Get Out".

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

Maybe it was Freddy's grandmother, Kei opened the blanket that covered his body. He smiled at the Freddy sleeping, the blanket at his feet being carried towards Freddy. He covered Freddy's body before stepping into the room door. Carefully Kei closed the door of the room which was slightly creak sound, his eyes watching Freddy's grandmother who was slightly moving. Maybe the sound disturbed the grandmother's sleep. Kei let out a small sigh when the door of the room was closed tightly. His feet stepped into the living room, before heading to the couch. His eyes looked towards the pictorial table where this afternoon a spider creature appeared on the wall.

“What else?” She shrugged a shoulder. “That’s the main thing and encompasses most of what we need from you. Feel free to visit whenever you’d like and don’t hesitate to ask questions. We have nothing against you knowing things, just the information being spread.” “It’s n-nothing to do with m-m-m-me.” I couldn’t help but slump with every stutter from my lips. It seemed to only be getting worse lately, though I was most definitely nervous. A foot bumped mine beneath the table and Fredrico leaned forward on his elbows. “Don’t be so scared of us. We’re friendly, aren’t we?”

I scream for mommy, but she doesn't come. Jim waits until I'm quiet. I say I won't make a sound. I want mommy. He takes me to her. I'm very still. He hands mommy a bag with white powder. "This is the last time. Never again. You can get your kicks hurting someone else," mommy says to Jim. Jim smiles with his scary brown teeth. "That's what they all say. Beat it bitch."

I kicked a rock, keeping my head down and pouting while I walked right into the rendezvous. “Hello, welcome to Frazz.” A bubbly sing-song voice jilted me right on my heels. I looked up immediately. There was a pretty girl in a colorful rainbow blazer smirking from ear to ear. Her eyes were full of lights and her teeth were blinding white. I stumbled back. She was creepy, straight up haunting clown creepy. “Hi,” I waved, forcing up a nervous smile. “Welcome to Frazz, what are you trying out today. We have the karaoke bar, the shooting range, the video game room, the…”

I jumped on my bed and checked my phone, seeing a text notification plastered on my screen. Of course it just had to be my damned mother. Who else could it be? Lyssa Hendrix, the "queen" of the mafia. She was nothing better than my father; if anything, she was worse. She was cold, brutal, and didn't care about anything but herself. It disgusted me. I opened my phone, reading the text. "You're coming clubbing with me tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!"