Short Mystery Stories Novels & Stories

She didn't have any close friends either and slowly as time passed she became a 27 years old who stayed at home most of the time playing on the computer or reading in her library at home. Like any other day, Su Lan was lying in bed watching her favorite drama until she received a phone call. She picked up her phone and answered only to get hollered at by her mother once again with a bunch of questions like: "when are you going to get a job", "why don't you head out", and etc. After an hour of the same routine everyday she finally managed to get off the phone call. Getting in a grumpy mood she grabbed the bag of chips next to her and saw an ad on her computer. The title of the ad was "the mys

It would be 12 AM soon and the deed need to be done before 11:59 PM. "Have a nice sleep." She said with a malicious smirk as she disappeared. She walked away from the backyard and put her cloak over her head as she moved towards the pack borders. "Who is there?" One of the pack patrols yelled and she hurriedly ran and crossed the log of wood that indicated the end of the pack. She looked back and smiled victoriously. "Wait for me." She thought with a giggle before stomping away in the dark night. * * * Lyra sat up instantly. Something pricked in her mind and she could not sleep. She does not know why. She sniffed in the air and this pungent smell made her wrinkle her nose. "Whose scent is th

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

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

I was silently hoping that she wouldn't pull the trigger accidentally. "Okay, the first one. You are trapped in a hole with two maniacal women. You have a gun but you only have 1 cartridge left. The question is, how do you shoot them all?" "By using a gun." I answered shortly. I read this on a site before, and it was an easy riddle. "Spectacular! You are really great, my baby. Okay, next. Clothes during the day, monsters at night; what secrets await behind this closed-door fright?"

his confession brought tears in my eyes. I hugged him tightly for loving me so much. I can see every family member of mine is looking at us adoration and pride. Huge round of applause made us apart from our hug. Thank you so much God for bringing my boring life to interesting, heart breaks, love and most importantly happiest one. I love you so much my dear husband. I don't know why he calls me mysterious? But I was never mysterious, right? THE END.

It came in the form of a mysterious stranger, an enigmatic figure who seemed to have a deep knowledge of our past and an unsettling interest in our future. His arrival was marked by a series of cryptic messages, each one more unnerving than the last. He seemed to know things that only a select few could possibly be aware of, secrets that we had buried deep within the recesses of our memories. His presence cast a shadow of doubt and suspicion over our lives, as we wondered who he was and what his true intentions were.

I think I need to find him… but if I do, how can I find him when I don’t know what he looks like? Will he come to my rescue? Will he end these mysteries?

He explained as we walked across the wooden bookshelves. "I guess they finally came in handy." He glanced at me briefly. "So here you have it, all to yourself. I'm sure you can get all the information you need." "Yes." I answered but that was a blatant lie. I was totally clueless, I'm not even conversant with grimoires let alone knowing the right one to pick. My pace suddenly halted as I heard a persistent whisper. I couldn't comprehend the language but I was drawn to it. I looked left, my eyes darted to one of the old brown books on the shelf. I moved towards it on impulse, perhaps this was the book. I tried reaching for it but it was a few meters above me. I jumped but it was all to no ava

Answers seeking is useless, if time does not allow two people to know what mystery awaits. Que sera sera; Only time is the real cursor of life. - Unknown. ------------------------------------ The year 2000 in Manila | Saint Saiti's Hospital. _____________________ "You are not allowed to leave this room. You are coming with me," says Jemiah. "No, she's going to stay with me. I have only been with her for three months. You are being selfish, Jemiah!" says her father.