Greeting You Strangely Novels & Stories

Her hands were shaking, fidgeting with anything and everything she could get her hands on. "Anna." Her mind registered, whispering it to legitimizing it. She dashes off in an unknown direction. The people turn to me, a look of confusion. They're all on edge. I'm a stranger and they were just butchered by strangers. I lift my hand and give an unornamented wave. "H-Hi..." I look at them, an uncomfortable smile on my face. This feels inappropriate and disrespectful.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

I exchanged quick glances with the triplets, noticing the mixture of surprise and Shock in their expressions. Then, with a mischievous grin, the stranger broke the silence. "It is so refreshing meeting y'all talking about me. What's up, fam?"

I asked, trying to distance myself from this mysterious stranger. He chuckled, “Your name is not the only thing I know about you, Henry. I’ve been watching you for a while now.” My heart raced as I realized that this encounter was far from coincidental. “Whoo are you?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear and curiosity. The stranger simply smiled, his warm gaze never leaving mine. Hickory, dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock." I felt a chill run down my spine as he recited the nursery rhyme, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. The stranger’s cryptic words only added to the growing sense of unease that enveloped me.

I don’t care about him. And I hate those memories. Of course I do. Another gust hit, carrying the sound of waves crashing against the shore. “Come on. It’s freezing.” Gino’s voice was close—too close. He took my hand and guided me toward the thicker shrubs. His warmth… It was the same as Rei’s. Without thinking, I pulled my hand away. He stopped. I stopped. A strange awkwardness settled between us. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Let’s go.”

I answered. The person on the other end of the line said in a flustered tone, "Run! Don't trust your mother. She's really going to kill you!”

Strange! “ Is anyone home?” Bob called out again as he ventured further inside the house, his voice sounding a little shaky and husky. He was beginning to have a strange feeling, and his intuition told him to run out of the door and never return. But Bob continued pressing on, he was too curious to leave... He suddenly froze when he heard he a soft grunt echo through the corridor. Bob was startled and grew alerted. His whole existence warned him that it was the best timing to really walk out the door now. He turned around with the aim to follow his gut feelings.

It was obvious that she was worrying about nothing because Alfred would help her to decide that. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she stood up from her seat, and greeted after stretching out her hand. Carson shook hands with her, and responded, “Good morning, Mirabel,” and took his seat. Similarly, she extended her hand to Alfred, and he revolted, “Meaning?” He asked sarcastically, and walked to her. He spread his arms apart, and requested, “I miss you, Mira. Come. Give your heartbeat a hug.”

I Straddle the stranger throwing punches. “You let that killer getaway, and now he has killed again,” I hiss, throwing a punch towards his face, but he catches it with his hand. “STOP!” He shouts, shoving me off him. “You have 5 seconds to tell me how you found me and why you are here?!” I snap, glaring at him. “Well, for starters, I’m a wolf so I can follow your scent genius, and I am here because I want to help you catch this guy,” He answers, standing from the floor.

He lowered his head, staring at the dirty floor of the bus stop. Grace didn't know how but she felt like saying hello. She tapped the stranger's shoulder with her index finger. As soon as he turned around, she found that he looked like a mix of Indonesian and Hispanic races, making him look exotic. "Are you okay?" The question suddenly came out of Grace's mouth. Instead of answering, the boy turned his face away. Grace was surprised but not angry at his cold reaction. It was as if, she could feel a weight in the stranger's heart. With a spontaneous urge, she took out the key chain that she kept in her jacket pocket.