Missing Persons Life Is So Strange Novels & Stories

“Urghh!” I grumbled out of frustration as I watch the tattooed stranger drive out of my street. The jerk made me beg him for sex only to turn me down, apparently he had a child to take care of and couldn’t stay but still didn’t make any attempt to ask for my number or even give his, such a jerk. I hissed and headed inside my tiny apartment, the emptiness welcomed me once again. It’s always been just me ever since Henry got hospitalized, we lived together after my graduation.

Jane took the remotes and she navigated the channels to the news station and a fair woman appeared on the screen while the rest listened attentively “The event which occurred early hours of this morning has resulted in the death of seventeen persons and lots of causality recorded. It is yet to be understood if this causality was caused by a human or something much bigger but at the end of the day, what really matters is the live that were taken today” Jane turned the television off and faced everyone seated at the table. “According to multiple source, and witnesses we found, they say that the death was caused by some strange person” Jane explained.

She nodded her head, “But these people here are so strange.” “How?” He questioned her at a heartbeat. “I- I just saw strange things. Like moving dolls who can speak and serve on its own. A portrait that looked so similar to me and Rose. Also, some men who was hunting for me,” she spoke so fast that she needed to stop and take a breathe before she continued, “But I managed to escape.” “Good work,” Cain commented. “Then we should leave now. I think going by the front yard is only the foolish move anyone could ever make. Let’s try going from the way how I entered.”

Whatever perception of him that made her wary only increased at the very sight of the car. “Uhm uhmm” she cleared her throat, immediately moving away from the very stranger. She was well aware of the city she was in and anything could go wrong by being in contact with the very wrong person. So far, she had been keeping up with herself, keeping up her act and making sure that she remained indicatable and simply a minor person that no one would pay attention to. It was not a favorable life, to remain at the side as nothing, it was never by choice anyway. But this was her life and till the plans that had been engraved deep within her heart started to take form, that way it had to remain. Being

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

Once, they returned to the same room three times—only to find it had aged a hundred years by the third visit. And then they found the stranger. A woman with no scent. No aura. No memory. She was reading a book that didn’t exist. When the Fifth blinked, she was gone. But the chair she sat in was still warm. Mia’s POV The stranger appeared to me too. In a hallway outside the map room. Her back turned, her dress shimmering like ash and stars. I spoke. “Who are you?” She didn’t answer. She just turned slightly. Not enough to show her face.

" Hey, sweet girl, say something other than Ji. I am not going to shout at you. " " Ji! " " It's ok Dado sa, she is very nervous. Once she starts speaking, it is difficult to make her stop. Give her some time and then you would have to wait for your turn to speak. " Parth said. " Is it?? Well, I have been waiting for someone for years who would do that. I have been all alone, since that terrible accident that robbed us of our family. Though I am surrounded by all the people, would love to have someone talking to me endlessly." He said, his eyes were dry but mine got wet as I could feel the pain these two men shared. A tear rolled down my cheek.

Another showing, a window in the room where the workers died blew out-not as if something had been thrown at it from the street, but outward. At the last showing, my client and I got stuck in the same room, the interior doors wouldn't open, but there are no locks on any of them; they just swing into other rooms. The lights flickered in the same pattern they had the time before. We could hear footsteps all over the building, but there was no one else there. When the footsteps stopped, the lights returned to a steady glow, and the doors opened as if they had never been jammed. If it was just one incident I may have been able to put a spin on it with my formidable marketing skills. Unfortunatel

One day, while I was wallpapering the walls of my new rented room, an unknown number called me. The area code from home flashed on the screen. "Is this Ms. Julia Herring?" a stranger's voice asked. "I'm a reporter from Ashcroft Evening News." I put down the scraper. "What's this about?" "We've received information from your parents claiming you've refused to support them," she said cautiously. "We'd like to hear your side of the story." The smell of wallpaper paste lingered in the air. I walked over to the window. "What did they say?"

What was it with him and walking away? Strange man.