Hello Neighbor Stories Novels & Stories

We snuck out the front door, the cool night air hitting us like a blessing. Once we were safely back across our own property line, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. I kept my voice low, disguised. "I’m a neighbor," I told the operator. "I heard a lot of screaming and crashing at my neighbour's. I think someone is hurt. Please send an ambulance."

The kind of town where everyone knew your business. My apartment was above the hardware store. One bedroom. Barely any furniture. I'd been back two years and still lived like I was temporary. I showered. Made coffee. Checked my phone. Three texts from my mom. One from Kevin saying he wanted to talk. I ignored both. My phone rang. Emma Harlow. My only real friend here. "Did you really run into a burning building without backup?" "News travels fast." "It's Willow Creek." She paused. "Come to the diner. I have news."

Amazing right It turns out he was our new neighbours son. Now no one can stop us from talking all night As the weeks went by our friendship became stronger. We usually sat at my corridor and talked for hours . He seemed like a part of my life I had long-lost . While at school we were always together . People even got jealous since I had his undivided attention He became a part of my life. Whenever I saw him it was like seeing a brighter portion of the day. Just me him , forever . Slowly I realised that it was not only his friendship I was interested in but also his love. I loved him

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

The loud noise made me flinch with relief; I was glad it was finally over. Less than a minute into her departure, my phone vibrates loudly, breaking the sudden lull. My heart dropped as the notification from Morel's school sunk in. "Hello, sir."I hope you're doing well; we regret to inform you that your son, Morel, has gone missing."

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Unbeknownst to me, I would soon find out. That night, I received a call for help from Hannah. “Help! I think someone broke into my house.” I rushed to Villa No. 3 right away. The door was left ajar, so I entered the place cautiously with a stun gun in hand. “Don’t be afraid, Ms. Lovely. I’m coming!” I shouted out loud in an attempt to caution the intruder. After searching the house, I couldn’t find anyone. I hope the intruder didn’t do anything to Hannah.

Chapter One Hundred And Seven Nina’s POV *Beep Beep* “Hey hot mama , did you get a creepy message from your husband or am I the only one that got it?” Asked Hazel when she checked her phone after the faint beeping sound. “He is not my husband yet jeez Hazel …” I answered smiling my hearts out “But you look so pretty when you blush , it’s a message about having a family lunch which is weird because I only know about family dinners and never heard of a family lunch“ said Hazel shaking her phone and giving me a questioning look

Hunter left the table, leaving us in the middle of breakfast and locked himself in his bedroom. Great! It was all I needed to start a perfect day, Connor remembering Jessica’s death because of Hunter’s blunder and me fucking everything up, throwing on my younger brother’s face the guilt he wanted to forget. At the police station, Mrs. Thumberlind waited to make a few more complains, I sincerely am not in the mood to get in the middle of the neighbor fight. Mrs. Thumberlind and Mrs. Ommam have been neighbors for over 30 years and at least once a week they come to complain at the station for the most ridiculous reasons, from noise excess to the vague feeling of macabre voodoo rituals.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”