Old Thot Next Door Novels & Stories

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.

Despite her age, and she was clearly approaching fifty, she did not hesitate to look vulgar, and her hoarse, low voice from the ton of cigarettes she smoked only emphasized this. - Good evening. “I’m your only adequate neighbor—Martisha Loksen,” she stopped just a meter from Marcus and smiled at him carnivorously. Then she casually nodded her head at the neighboring house and added, not without a hint of disgust: “There lives an old man who has fallen into deep insanity.” He now has a new round of paranoia because of his precious cat, which has never seen the streets - he is sure that she was kidnapped and is now being tortured in some basement... A crazy senile... And the houses on the oppo

asked the old lady living next door. Grandma couldn't even reply. She kept weeping, drowning in despair. “No. A group of vicious, jealous, old women decided to burn our house down,” I responded clenching my teeth. “How odd… and hateful!” the neighbor called outraged, “And it all happened so fast… how could none of us have seen it burn?!”

the old lady asked. Derrick politely nodded. “I'm the tenant next door,” she said. “That young man didn't leave his room for the past few days. I saw him leave this morning and go back with his clothes soaked in rain." The old lady sighed in frustration. “He would sometimes shout. I would hear some loud slamming of walls and breaking things. He was a good neighbor, I don't know what happened to him. Are you perhaps his friend? It would be better if you check him now.”

To pay nanny fees, I’m gonna have to forfeit a few nonessentials on the grocery list until further notice, including butter. After finishing the toast, I drink a gallon of water to cure my dry mouth, and take out the card again. Barbed fucking wire. Not like I should be surprised. The neighbors are nuts and hate kids with a passion. To them, Otis is a dog they don’t want anywhere near their property. “What’s that, Mommy?” Otis leans over my shoulder and tries to read the card. “Nothing, baby. Just work stuff.” I slip it back into my pocket before his next question is about the silhouette of a busty woman displayed on the card.

I like looking at it. Something about this neighbourhood is off though. This place is too quiet, too perfect. And the neighbours are… odd. I’ve noticed them. Whenever there’s a delivery, Theo, my neighbour across the street, steps out into his garden with a red watering can. He always wears checkered shorts and screaming yellow or pink shirts. Then there’s the sweet elderly couple with their heel-biter dogs, who take their morning stroll not at 8 a.m., but at 4 a.m., complete with a yorkie in a pram. I suppose the dog is too old to walk.

She purrs like a kitten. I hear a knock at the door, and when I look out, no one is there. I get a whiff of pepperoni pizza and noticed it sitting on the floor in front of my door. I bring it in. Thanatos opens the door between our rooms. He smells the pizza.“ poison.” He yells and throws it against the wall and stomps out. 30 minutes later, he opens his door again and puts half a pizza on my dresser. “Safe to eat.”

It's the fact that I was going to take revenge on them but for now, I'll play along with their little game. “What are you doing down here, Iris?” The nextdoor unit owner, who is my neighbor asked. He had come down to dispose waste. “Nothing Ed, just burning some stuffs I don't need anymore.” I smiled as I walked past him, back into the building. I could feel his eyes on me, but I did not care one bit. Once I entered my unit, I played “Rehab by Rihanna” on loudspeakers as I got into the bathtub to soak for a while.

Its been a whole week of silence and I was ready to end it. “Are you the new neighbor?” said T.K who just returned from work. “Yes I am.” replied the new neighbor whose voice rang a bell. I looked up and our eyes met. I was puzzled and began shivering all over. I got up and ran all the way to the bar. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. “Mother, Mother.” I was screaming while approaching the bar. She came out with a bottle of whisky, placed it on a customer’s table and stared at me in confusion. “Fetty what is it? Where are your younger ones? Hope all is well.” She said while shaking me all up. “They are all fine.” I said while gasping for breath. I held her hand and took her by the co

"My business ruined. One fucking dead-end job after another. No money. You fucked up my life, you bitch!" The next door along opens and a head pokes out; an old lady with blue-rinse hair and a face like a wrinkled apple. She takes us in with gimlet eyes then, "Don't mind me. I hear this too often. When I do, I leave my door open so she can run in here 'til the whiskey's worn off." From inside, another yell and a thump. "That's enough," Michael mutters. "I'm not having this." He turns back, knocks on the door. "Mitch, open the door. It's Michael again."