Small Town Mystery Books Novels & Stories

(Kelly giggles, and embraces her Mum) (The Next Morning) Good morning Mum. Hi honey, sleep well? Not really. My room still looks, smells, and the bed, pretty small. Oh honey, I'm truly sorry. We didn't have time to get a new bed. It's okay Mum, I'm simply happy to be home, to spend more time with you and Dad (Maggie smiles). What are you making Mum? Banana pancakes. Yummy! Can I ask you a question? Sure, go ahead. What do you know about Globetech Group? Not much honey, just that they arrived into town five years ago, and their entrance into town brought huge changes to Middleville. It truly opened up the town. Investors started trooping in from everywhere, creating new schools, hospitals, pa

By the time Momma passed I was married with a little one on the way, so my chance for college had passed, too. But I never stopped reading. Got me a nice little library out back, filled with all sorts of books crammed on bookshelves made by my own two hands. Books like Tom Sawyer, Edgar Allen Poe stories, Huck Finn and The King in Yellow, (that last one I don’t read much cause it always gives me strange dreams), some old mysteries, a clutch of Lovecraft’s books (they hurt my head, too, so I don’t read them much neither), my Hardy Boys books from growing up, and a whole bunch of newer ones by Stephen King and Dean Koontz. Got some heavy thinking books, too. The family King James, The Book of

It could easily have been a school or a boarding school. Nathan's scent was in that hallway, so he assumed there must be something hidden there, but all he saw was an office. She went in, closing the door behind her. That place was the best place she had ever seen in her whole life, full of books and a lot of handwriting. She picked up the first book she found, and it was one of her favorites, only this was a first edition. She sat down on the nearest sofa and swung her legs up. The story takes place in rural England in the early 19th century.

Detective Sean began, he saw the awful look on Dixon face. “Around your neighborhood, something or someone is killing people every night.” He sips from the coffee. “A demon it could be, there hasn’t been any hint yet, but it’s sucks blood off its victims. Not a trace of blood was found when he saw them. It was like it was so hungry for blood.” “I thought we came here to talk about me and Eamon, how is gonna get out of prison. That’s why am here isn’t?” “This case involves you because you live there.” He place his elbow on the table and lean closer.

he confessed, his voice heavy with unease. “What do you mean?" Officer Smokes asked, her eyes fixed on him. "I'm talking about all the strange occurrences in this town—the unexplained deaths, the missing teenage girls who were never found, the unresolved murder case at X Fang bar, and Sheriff Jenkins' peculiar behavior of late. He always walks as if something is constantly stalking him. I can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong, especially with how he abruptly halted the murder investigation," Sergeant Chriswell revealed, his concern etched on his face.

At his quizzical, and slightly alarmed, look, I hastily added: “I’m researching for a History paper. I asked Herb, at the library, and he helped me find some newspapers. It was back in the Fifties, I think.” “Oh,” he said slowly, leaning back in his chair, though he kept his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s a very long time ago, now, dear. What did you want to know?” “I’m looking into the – ah – the dark underbelly of small town history,” I said, impressing myself with my own nonsense. “Unusual crimes, anything especially – well, anything especially dark. Herb mentioned that they were all at large events, with lots of people present, but he couldn’t remember much more than that.”

From its quirky locals to its hidden secrets, I’ll be uncovering what makes Dusty Creek tick—and trust me, it’s not just the fried everything at the county fair. Stay tuned for posts full of sass, snark, and maybe a little heart as I navigate life in this small town. Think of it as “Sex and the City” meets “Little House on the Prairie”—but way less prairie and a lot more personality. Keep your eyes peeled, folks. My first dispatch is coming soon, and trust me, you won’t want to miss it. Catch you in the comments, 💋 Your one and only, Metropolitan Muse.

The bookstore smells like it always has—old paper, lavender sachets tucked between shelves, the faint metallic tang of the ancient radiator that clanks every twelve minutes. Elena's already in our corner when I arrive. Second floor. Mystery section. The window seat we claimed sophomore year when we discovered this place and decided civilized people read mysteries in natural light. She's got coffee. Two cups. Mine's still steaming. I take it without speaking. Sip. Perfect. "Ten minutes late." Elena doesn't look up from the window. "Parallel parking a moving truck on Seventh?"

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

’ Clara asked. The Colfers looked at each other and shrugged, ‘Mostly, I think,’ John, his dad answered. 'Some of them are first editions, so the books are just there for decoration,’ he said, smiling. ‘So, Clara, my dear, Sebastian said you wanted to talk to us. What is this about?’ his mom pried. ‘Sam, let the girl sit and relax before you interrogate her,’ John scolded his wife.