Invisible Locs Near Me Novels & Stories

“We’re at the Grey Gull gate. Night. Air smells like brine and hot brake pads. Where do we go that we shouldn’t?” “The north stairwell,” Susan said, eyes falling shut. “Door is badge-locked but always taped on audit nights. Two floors down to sublevel A. Camera above the second landing is a dome with a blind wedge at four o’clock. You stand under it and you are legally invisible.” “What do we hear?” Sonja asked. “Compressors,” Susan said. “A slow thud every nine seconds. The pressers run like heartbeats.” “What do we touch?”

His disoriented gaze met mine. "Your world just got a little less wrong side up, didn't it?" I taunted, enjoying the disconcerted look on his face as he grappled with the sudden shift in his surroundings. "It's... between narrow alleyways in the Spaccanapoli district, there's this joint called “Il Silenzio Oscuro”. In the basement of that joint, behind the bookshelf on the east wall, there's a false panel. Slide it open, and you'll find what you need. But listen carefully."

It was a silent walk, only accompanied by concerts of frogs, crickets and other inhabitants of the woods. The rubbles of Hibiscus House were soon in sight, and so did the police guarding the scene. The police were in pair, and looked completely flabbergasted with the sudden appearance of the mist. Despite being only forty feet away, the police failed to notice the sneaking trio's presence. "So they couldn't see us... because of these brooches?" Lars whispered. "Yeah, these are imbued by invisibility magic. I forgot my father had made these."

The weather would be cold outside today so I searched for a jacket too. I pulled out a familiar thick black jacket from the hangers and stared at it with a gloomy expression. Marco's jacket. I hadn't seen or heard from him in the past week. Asshole. He could break into my room to tape a note when I didn't want to see him but disappear when I ached to catch even just his scent. I tried to contact him between my busy schedule but there was only so much you could do to find a hypothetically invisible man. The spy working for him was also nowhere to be found.

Just a subject line that read: Instructions. "It's here," I said. Lolette's head snapped up from where she'd been staring at her hands in her lap. "What does it say?" I opened it with a hand that wasn't quite steady. No greeting. No explanation. Just an address in Red Hook, a warehouse district that hadn't seen legitimate use in a decade, and a time. 3:00pm. Come alone. No police. No FBI. If either follows, this ends the way you don't want it to end.

Fitzy—even though he works in Utica—treats John and Jane Doe patients who often disappear afterward. Gavin? He writes unexplainable stories that may or may not be true. Like I said: iron filings to our magnets. And unfortunately, it’s time to quit stalling and deal with the latest iron filing attracted our way. I place a hand on the journal and look at Father Ward, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Couple days ago folks living on Upper Bassler Road called in reports of strange lights at night.” Father Ward’s eyebrows lift slightly. “Bassler House?”

"Let me out! Stop the car!" I looked at the navigation screen. We weren't headed to a house. The coordinates were a string of hexadecimals that didn't correspond to any address I knew. Then, I saw it—a small icon in the corner of the screen. A logo I recognized from the news: Blackwood Bio-Medical Disposal.

I smiled tearing of the red wrappings of the small item and smiled opening the box to see it was the SPGBK Honeycutt silicone band watch. "This is great!" I smiled and stared at her as she smiled warmly at me. "Let me check this too," I said tearing the wrapping paper off the bigger box and smiling too. It was an Oculus quest with two all-in-one virtual reality headsets. "Do you like them? I know it's not as costly for what you get for me but-- "I stopped her from whatever she was about to say as I placed my finger on her lips shushing her while I gazed into her face and locked my eyes with hers.

“I can hear the fucking birds chirping.” “This has to be the place.” I rolled down my window and stared at the bushes that surrounded us with no sign of life anywhere. “Why are we in a forest on a Tuesday morning?” “Because this is the address my secretary found after tracking the serial number of the container.” “Here? Are you sure you keyed in the right coordinates?” “Yes.” I tossed him my phone and got down from the car. “You can check for yourself.” “Looks correct.” I heard him say from the car. “Maybe your secretary was the one who made a mistake.”

Tuesday, October 6th, 2026 Albemarle County, Charlottesville, Virginia 2:00 am Silence surrounds the night; the air has a cold heart. No cars roaming the streets or a person in sight. All of the stores are closed. The nearby neighbors are sound asleep. The sidewalks are filled with trash. There are feral cats fiddling around with the litter. Some cars are parked on the curb, including a Charlottesville Police Dodge Charger. Flashing lights of red, white, and blue are not on.