Mystery Short Story Novels & Stories

he added. “Uhm, it’s okay.” Actually, everything has been alright for the past few weeks, but when I found out about the mysteries here in this apartment, I started feeling something I can’t name. I am scared, and at the same time, I’m curious to seek the truth behind this one. The mysteries are waiting for me to solve them, but I don’t know how to start and where. I didn’t have the leads. Wait. I do. That man.

I get out of the car while Lester struggles to do the same. When I see the front door is broken, I pull out my gun and slowly approach. Lester joins me just as I reach for the door handle. Before I can open the door, we hear a gunshot. Lester jumps and falls on his ass while I hold my gun out in front of me and open the door. I could tell the sound came from the back. Lester is trying to get up, but I don't have time to help him. As soon as I get inside, I freeze. A scent in the shop makes me feel warm, and my heart begins beating so loudly that I can't hear anything. What is that incredible scent?

"What makes you say that?" The book ended with all the mysteries unraveled, and the clues pointed toward the physics teacher. He used his expertise to pull off the perfect crime, and the narrative made it clear he was the murderer. Sam wanted to confirm if the physics teacher was actually the murderer. At that moment, Mindy studied him intently. Sam continued, "I recall a few subtle clues in the book…" First, the shadow on the staircase seemed off. Then, there was the missing murder weapon. Although the police eventually recovered it, the book never explained how it disappeared.

Emma's eyes slowly opened, her mind foggy from the fitful sleep. She lay there for a moment, trying to shake off the lingering emotions from the previous night. But as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, she noticed something that made her heart skip a beat. On the bedside table, there was a small piece of paper with a note scrawled on it. Emma's heart racing, she picked it up and read the words: "Meet me at the old clock tower at midnight. Come alone."

“You’re very observant. You’ve been here just for a day, and you have already observed that. Who are you?” My heart skipped a beat. Have I let out something by showing concern? I let out a chuckle, disguising my nervousness. “What do you mean by who I am? I already told you my name and the fact that I am a lone wolf.” She narrowed her brow at me as if she didn’t believe what I just said. “If you’re a lone wolf, who were you talking to on the phone?” She was suspicious of me. I didn’t know yet if I could trust her or not.

I felt as though the moon goddess kept drawing my attention back to them, trying to convey something to me, and I didn't need anyone to tell me that something was wrong somewhere. As my thoughts stretched on, someone's voice broke into my head: "What do you think you're doing?" The voice whispered with tight annoyance, snapping me out of the thoughts that had kept me busy. My curiosity was piqued, and I listened further, determined to unravel whatever mystery had shrouded their act. Silence followed, but after about seven more seconds, someone began to speak again. "Be careful not to miss the acid and the poison together," he said, calmly this time around, even though he didn't stop whisperi

It was as if fate itself had guided me to this discovery, urging me to continue my quest for answers. But this wasn't the first time I had stumbled upon potential clues. I had followed countless trails that ultimately led to dead ends. Each time, hope would swell within me, only to be crushed by the harsh reality of unanswered questions. This happened all the time. I recalled one particularly promising clue from several years ago. An anonymous tip had led me to a restaurant at the outskirts of the city. There, I discovered an old lady who claimed to have witnessed my parents' murder. She sells muffins and mum buys from her. She said she saw some people enter my childhood home and come out lo

Little did I know, the answers I sought were but fragments of a puzzle, waiting to be revealed in the chaos that loomed on the horizon. The stranger chuckled, a sound that seemed to dance with the night wind. "Names are inconsequential. What matters is the truth you seek." As the moon cast an eerie glow on the cobblestone street, the stranger unraveled a tale that intertwined with mine. Secrets long buried clawed their way to the surface, threatening to consume everything in their wake. My heart raced, torn between the shadows of yesterday and the uncertain path ahead. Little did I know, the answers I sought were but fragments of a puzzle, waiting to be revealed in the chaos that loomed on t

But the mystery man seemed to know the way, leading me through the darkness with ease. As we walked, the trees grew taller, and the shadows grew darker. I felt a sense of unease creeping over me, but the mystery man's grip on my hand remained firm. Suddenly, we emerged into a clearing, and I saw a figure standing in the center. It was the man who had attacked me in my house, the one who had revealed my true nature to the world. The mystery man let go of my hand and stepped forward, his eyes fixed intently on the other man. "You shouldn't have done that," he said, his voice low and menacing.

He whispered and waved for me to come. “What?” I walked to where he was. He stood up from the box and opened it,my mouth fell open slowly when I saw a good number of skulls Inside. I stepped back gently and sniffed the air to see if there was any form of life but no one apart from Connor and I were inside. “These are fresh skulls Ryan.” Connor spoke up. “I know.” I guess she just killed them. “It's as you deduced Connor,we should have come here armed, this place is no fortune teller place.” I looked around in high alert.