Rear Window Novels & Stories

He pointed towards the photograph. "But the build looked similar." "Was anyone else inside the car?" "I think so." "You think?" "I saw movement in the back seat." Every muscle in my body tensed. "A child?" "I couldn't tell." The mechanic looked apologetic. "But there was definitely someone back there." "Anything else?" He thought for another moment. "The rear light." "What about it?" "It was broken." Mason immediately wrote the description down. Within minutes it had been sent to every patrol unit, traffic officer and member of the private security team.

I turn my head to look out the back window, just as the sedan behind us speeds up and nudges the bumper of the SUV. “What the fuck?” Jason curses as he speeds up more. “What is this asshole doing?” He yells as he winds down his window. He waves his arm out the window, trying to tell the car to go around us. But, instead, the car hits us even harder. “What is this guy’s problem?” I yell, flipping the person off in the car behind us. “Can you see who it is?” Beta Jason asks. “No, the windows are tinted. Maybe the outline of a male,” I tell him.

So, in the end, Samara chose to remain silent. Shawn was suddenly squinting as he felt the presence of a dazzling light reflected in his rearview mirror. Shawn glanced in the rearview mirror. Driving a super low sports car was difficult when a taller car was driving behind this car. The car's headlights behind him are always refracted into the rearview mirror of GT-R so that it dazzles the driver's view. Shawn couldn't protest because that was the risk of driving a low car. But, not this time. Shawn was about to challenge the person in the car behind him until he accelerated and suddenly hit the back of the GT-R, suddenly making Samara jump while screaming because she almost hit the dashboar

Hector glanced into the rearview mirror to see the two women in the back laughing at something they were seeing on their phones. "Did you bring me because you wanted a driver?"

He glanced at the person behind them through the rearview mirror. "Go and sit in the back." Santiago turned his body sideways. Raeleigh looked ahead and said, "An accident might happen if I don't stop the car." "You can go to the back. It's alright as long as I hold onto the steering wheel." Santiago insisted on doing so. Raeleigh thought for a while. There was no time to ponder over it. She immediately unfastened her seat belt and climbed from the front seat to the back. When Raeleigh turned around, Santiago immediately moved over. So, by the time she turned around and sat down, Santiago had already gotten into the driver's seat. Raeleigh stared at Santiago with her beautiful eyes wide open

“Why did you have to drink this much…” She groans as I help her to my car, laying her down at the back seat to and handing her a water bottle to drink while I buckled my seat. I quickly glance at the rear mirror to see that red words have been spray painted on the rear view. My brows furrow in annoyance, what the hell is wrong with these teenagers? I release a frustrated sigh and get out of the car to inspect what had been written but my frustration soon changes to that of dread as I read the familiar word.

His eyes darted from one place to the other and landed on a black car that was driving slowly. The back window rolled down, disclosing Mr M’s smirk. •••

Adrian corrected her. “Fine, the rear.” Irene pouted. “I know it’s called the rear. Our car rear.” “Stay in the car. I’ll go down and take a look!” Fia was a bit angry. She had two children in the car and the driver of the car behind them didn’t even maintain a safe distance. She had used the turn signal just now!

I stepped closer and looked into it. I saw myself sitting in the back of a black Rolls-Royce. This wasn't me, it was Zevaris. The car was moving through the streets. Zevaris was leaning back in the seat with a smile on his face. Then golden symbols began to appear on the windows. They spread across the glass, glowing brightly as they carved themselves into the surface. The ceiling of the car lit up. The doors, the roof, even the floor beneath his feet, all of it was covered in ancient markings.

On the dirt road leading away from the villa, a car drove off. Enzo looked in the rearview mirror, the house growing smaller in the distance. In the seat next to me, a black rose. The last one. For now.