Nobody Walks Novels & Stories

I cleaned the plates after washing them; whereas Candy cleaned the table after cleaning the kitchen counter; you can say; I did most of the work; I finished; mom and I; pack up to leave; I give Lulu a good night hug, and she walk us to the front door; mom hold my hand; and we both strolled down heading to our apartment. The night is a little bit dull; while mom and I walk home; I did not see even a single person on the road; I put up my phone; and I saw that the time is a minute past ten in the evening; everyone must have gone back to their houses; I told mom, we should walk fast; she insist we have a daughter, and mom walk home; but with no one outside. What if we get mugged or something wo

The cashier, visibly shaken, fumbled as she processed my payment and wrapped up the gown. I turned to leave with the bag in hand. Vivian scrambled to stand up and blocked my path again. “You’re not going anywhere!” I raised my fist and waved it in front of her face. “What’s the matter? Do you want to taste my fist again?” Vivian flinched instinctively. I scoffed and strode past her. Just then, a black car pulled up in front of the store. A man stepped out. I felt my heart skip a beat.

A knock at the door. Vincent's voice followed. "Sophia, are you asleep?" I wiped my tears, forced my face into place, and stayed silent. When I didn't answer, he just walked in. No hesitation. Our eyes met. Shock flickered in his, but he covered it fast, slipping into his usual act. "You're still awake? Why didn't you answer me?" I smiled, bright and easy. "I was watching videos. Didn't hear you. Hey, what's Andrew doing here so late?"

"Yes Frederick, I'll be right here all alone" He walks away from me, exchanging greety with other people, I look around to catch a glimpse of William but he's nowhere to be found, I see my father from afar walking over to the podium raising his glass clinging it slowly, a figure follows him behind, gradually I see the figure turn out to be the timid young lady I met earlier

"Because if someone is really behind us, they already know we've read the message." He pressed the side button. The screen went black. "Walk." "What?" "Normally." I stared at him. "Adrian" "Walk." There was something in his tone that pulled me forward before fear could root me to the pavement. Side by side, we began walking. Not too fast, not too slow. Just two people crossing a quiet street at dawn. I counted every step. One, two, three, nothing. No footsteps, no voice,no movement. By the time we reached the next intersection, I couldn't stand it anymore.

There are humans that live around me, and I’m definitely not worried about any of them. I hear a whisper in the air, and it causes me to turn around to look behind me. There’s nothing there but an empty sidewalk. I continue to walk, making sure I stay alert. “Kimberly…” I hear my name in the wind, but that can’t be. There’s no one there, and the wind doesn’t talk.

Faith's POV: The evening was unusually quiet as I walked down the street, my footsteps a rhythmic beat against the cracked pavement. It was one of those rare moments when everything felt still—almost too still. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, but I couldn’t quite place why. As I walked past row after row of identical homes, something about this small town seemed... off. The air was heavy with secrets, and the quiet seemed to speak of things unsaid.

now we don't have a door. Okay.

~NICO~ The wait stretches longer than it should. No one speaks. The hallway stays quiet except for the occasional footsteps of staff moving past, careful, controlled, like they already understand this is not a situation to mishandle. The doors she was taken through have not opened since, and my eyes keep returning to them without me thinking about it.

"Walk there and get them. It's only 20 miles. Don't tell me you can't even do that." I nodded quietly, saying nothing. The other young women in the private room stared wide-eyed before bursting into laughter. "You really know how to have fun, Jenny. Don't worry. We'll help you keep an eye on him!" Jenny clearly hadn't expected me to agree so readily. She could only swallow back the words she was about to fire back and studied me closely. Something about me these past two days felt different. In the past, whenever Jenny punished me, I would argue back fiercely and accuse her of being unreasonable. But today, I was unnaturally quiet, like someone who had lost his soul.