Imaginary Friends House Novels & Stories

No apartment so far was what I was looking for so far. "Don't give up just yet. Some clients are looking for the perfect apartment or house for months." I knew she was trying to cheer me up but her words did the oposite. But as we reached our last destination a weird feeling passed through me. It was like my subconscious was telling me that this is it. When I looked at the house in front of me a bit better and a sense of calm washed over me. It wasn't an apartment, but rather a small house. Perfect for me honestly.

I was in a neighborhood called The Dead End Of Shadows. I sat in the living room with Chaney. F.R.I.E.N.D.S was showing on his old TV, but it wasn't clear due to the fact that the TV was outdated. The TV in Demon's house is an 83-inch flat-screen plasma. That dude is rich. Why he lives in a poor neighborhood is something I can't understand. "Do you find my apartment less satisfying?" Chaney's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I jolted, turning to him too quickly.

“Yeah.” He waits. He wants me to choose to tell him. So I do. “You probably got his contact info off I*******m,” I accuse and he chuckles. “I did, fortunately enough he responds to dms of guys who look exactly like you and could probably be your brother.” I sigh and continue “He’s my roommate,” I say, voice quieter. “And my friend and something more. Something I still don’t know how to name because it feels like it’s more than me.”

I watch him as he takes in the view. “How big is this place? What is this place?” He asks, still gazing out over the balcony. “This is what we call the pack house. It is a bit like a fancy apartment building. Our family lives on two floors. Our elders live here unless they want to live on their own. Normally the Beta would live here, but Beta Lucas prefers his own home, he is married and has two kids. You met Sammi already at the pawn shop. She is my best friend and is furious with me right now because I have been lying to her and she knows it.” I pause for a second and think about what on earth I’m going to tell her.

"But didn't Mrs. Thompson just say she's a fake? How could she possibly have something that important?" My three younger stepbrothers immediately stepped in front of Rosie, anger blazing in their eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do? Not only are you impersonating our sister, you even hit our mom!" I raised an eyebrow at them. It had only been five years—had they really forgotten what I was capable of? I was just about to give each of them a slap when the unfamiliar girl, Camellia Thompson, suddenly stepped forward. Like a hen shielding her chicks, she pulled my three stepbrothers behind her. Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your a

He closed his eyes and continued " I can still remember our old house .My father was sitting on a sofa talking with his friend who was a property dealer .I can still remember the conversation. " I asked frequently ,"What was the conversation ?" He opened his eyes and started again, "The conversation was about our new house .He was saying that many people ran from that house because they thought that the house is haunted . They heard creepy voices ,and invisible laughter . They met many incidents . Many brave people came and went. My father haven't believe in any of these stories .He was adventurous, brave and daring . He replied with a smile that we want that house .His friend was not re

I wonder if he thinks he’s going insane. I take a few shaky steps up the brick stairs in front of me, and I peer down into the foundation. This house does not have a basement, I think, so the black blanket covering the floor is probably a mixture of soot, furniture and ashes. The thought is forcing a chill down my spine, and I hunch down to hug my knees as I watch the remains of a once happy family-home. I think. My imagination at least makes it look like this particular house was a very happy home to a family of five. Two kids running around the house, chasing each other with dinosaur-toys like the ones Kai has in the Kaios village, while the last kid is a baby, being cradled by their mothe

“Really, this group should have some constraints to their words. And you, Justin, you’re a lot older than the five of us. How come you’re part of the chaotic group?” “Why can’t I be? I’m still considered young,” Justin stuck his tongue out. “This man is not an adult,” sighed Wayne, who looked as if he had surrendered. “Let’s go tour this house before dinner. It’ll take at least thirty minutes or more.” Is the house that huge? I guess it is just by looking at the living room. There should be more rooms and space for those nine guys. My eyes were in disbelief seeing different rooms. From a mini gym, a small boxing area, a training room underground, a computer room, and a gaming area. Can I say

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

i walk to my sit and smile when i see what they wrote on my writing desk MONKEY GIRL . . .i smile cause if really am a monkey they won't be staying in the same class with me . . . .i rest my head on the desk . .and go into the dreamland . . . .i dream about me holding a toy playing with it . . someone come from nowhere and want to collect it . . .as am draging it from his hand . .suddenly he become a zombie and bite me. . ....ahhhhhhhh . . . i scream out in real life.