Imaginary Friends House Novels & Stories

The roommate. I didn't know much about him beyond the fact that he existed. Dami had mentioned him in passing a few times — teammate, same club, they'd been sharing the place since the start of the season. I hadn't asked more than that and I wasn't going to start now. I just needed a bed and a ceiling and enough quiet to get through the night. David had said the spare room was the second door on the left. I dragged my suitcase down the hall, pushed the door open and turned the light on. It was a small room, a single bed made up neatly, a window that looked out onto the street below. I put my bags down and sat on the edge of the mattress.

I was new in the city and at the time I lived with my best friend. In her house, his brother, and their mother lived together like a big joint family. We planned a get-together for friends today. My friend also invited a guy she'd met at her job named Jon. This house was HUGE, it was I believe 5 bedrooms, with a finished attic and basement space, and a little room off the side of the living room that could also be converted into a room. It took up a whole fucking street corner.

In other words, we don't like ponies. We wish you a heavy dose of courage and patience. The race has just begun! La Casa Bella, The four friends exchanged a childishly bitter laugh. Poorly written messages jostled each other in the mailbox. Pénélope intrigued and amused by the emails, read over Judith's shoulder. Girls, It was with interest that I came across your ad featuring the charming Casa Bella. I don't have much experience in roommates; I'm just trying to escape a family as intrusive as a trail of wasps on sweet skin smeared with honey.

"Because you live in that house and whoever has lived in that house is special. You and your family are the final targets." "WHAT?!" "Yeah, not just your friends just. But they also took whoever lived in the house," said John. Instantly I thought of Mommy and Daddy. My tears flow. "We have to stop them!" said Kevin. "Of course!" Laura looked at me, "We can help much but just you guys can do it," said John. "What should we do?" I asked. "We will send you to the spirit realm. Your job is to bring your friends back before it's too late."

Hannah said cheerfully switching off the engine of the car. The girls climbed down from the car. The heavy sound of music coming from the house could be heard by anyone at the end of the street, the bright colored lights poured out through the windows leaving faint trails of red, blue and white on the porch. Harley eyes which were trained on the series of people who were laughing loudly over one of their friend who was throwing up in the bushes, or those who were moving carelessly to the beat of the music in what she would describe as little to no clothing. “Harley, come on.” May called out to her, her eyes snapped to the girls who were already at the door to the house. Harley nodded taking

It was a wooden house and some parts were damaged. “Don’t say that, he can hear you.” He said which crept her out. “Why does your cousin a ghost?” He wasn’t joking, Ben had surveillance cameras almost everywhere around his house. She ran to him and walked close. As they entered the house she tried her best to hide her amusement. On the inside, it was dim but enough to see the amazing place. She saw a different type of robot and everything was high-tech. He had a chair that would serve all your needs, there was a table at the center with a hologram above it. It was a hologram of a village.

' Karen quickly hung up , banging the phone harshly on her desk before her mum had the opportunity to say any thing again. ** Ken stepped into Karen's office by 4pm when she was about leaving. 'Your house or my house?' he asked 'huh?' Karen stared at him with a perplexed look 'huh?' ken replied mimicking her 'Just one day ken, I will do your family a great favor of getting rid of you' Karen said to him,grinding her teeth. 'Your house or my house?' ken asked again ignoring her statement 'My house or your house? I don't get ' she replied in a much calmer way

He smiled, leaning off the wall, going back to the house. “Who were you talking to? Some whore?” He glanced back to see Jack following after him. “You can hook me up.” Jack continued, “Looks like she needs some care.” He chuckled but didn’t reply. Thankfully Jack hadn’t heard the part where he called 'the whore' his best friend. Entering into the living room, he almost gagged. Cigarettes, weed, alcohol were being passed round and consumed. He had just been gone for a few minutes. “Hey mate, come on in!” one of Jack's friends shouted. He hesitated but was pushed in by Jack.

Though they were few and that is because she isn't the social type. Then suddenly she saw a strange message pop up. She clicked on it and to her amusement, she was picked out of the thousands of aspiring house helps. She was asked to come to the mansion that morning. Immediately she saw it, she leaped for joy. "Who would have thought Landon Hernandez would offer me this job." She thought with a smile on her face. She dropped her phone on the bed and rushed into the bathroom to have her bath. She stood under the shower, turning it open as she reached for her soap and sponge.

[Maria] Auntie Imani’s house was just a tiny little home behind the bookstore, accessible only through an alleyway. At first glance from the outside, it even looked smaller than the bookstore itself. Auntie Imani opened the door and invited me inside. The moment I stepped in, I was immediately greeted by a familiar feeling. In that modestly sized room, I could almost hear the footsteps of little children running around, pressing their hands against walls where the paint had begun to peel away.