Strange Encounter Novels & Stories

“Breathe.” She was already shaking. Small tremors she couldn’t stop, the dark felt alive, crawling over her skin. “I…I can’t. I hate this, I hate the dark.” His fingers touched her wrist, light at first, then firmer. “I know. I remember you telling me once years ago during some power outage at the old venue.” He stepped in front of her. She could smell him, he smelled like clean soap, faint cologne, the sharp edge of bourbon from the event. “Close your eyes anyway.”

However, the lack of any reaction only deepens the mystery, leaving me questioning the very fabric of my own perception. The encounter with the enigmatic figure has left me in a state of profound introspection, as I grapple with the implications of this surreal experience. It feels as though a door to a parallel dimension has been opened, offering a glimpse into a reality that exists alongside our own. The world around me seems to pulsate with newfound vibrancy, as if the encounter has unlocked a hidden layer of existence. It is a moment that defies logic and challenges the boundaries of what, I thought, was possible, leaving me with a sense of wonder and an insatiable curiosity to explore t

"Uhm, how about you tell me what you've heard and I'll tell you if they're true of not." "Okay. Multiple killings?" "True." "People mysteriously going missing?" "True." "Activity of strange creatures?" "True and I witnessed one myself." She frowned. "How do you mean?" "Get this. I was walking along the forest line one day when I heard sounds. I thought i would get to see some wild life so I went in deeper. The deeper i went, the more it sounded like struggling. Then, I saw two people-well one person and something else. It was a woman, being murdered by something strange. I was so shocked, I think i gasped. It turned, saw me and took off so quickly, I just knew it wasn't human."

"Definitely. Can't you see there are no other means of transportation here, except this one? Well, there are some cabs, but they don't park here all day." "You must be kidding, miss! Can you drive well? You know we only have one life. What if we'll get into an accident or something?" I smiled, so this is him. I knew him. The mighty Matthew who is unreachable by many. "So you don't trust me? It's okay. How can you entrust your life to a mere stranger you just met on the road? I'll go ahead then. Just stay here for a few hours and wait for a cab." I slipped and started the engine.

The closer I get to the border, the more the strange scent pulls me in. It’s not exactly human and it’s not entirely wolf. While I try to find tracks or evidence that I’m not going entirely insane, a small pale girl comes running out of nowhere, and before I can stop her, she runs right into me. She bounces back, looking just as astonished as I feel, but I am so stunned that I don’t think to catch her in time.

They were exactly my type, and the unexpectedness of the encounter only added to the thrill. I cleared my throat, attempting to mask the sudden surge of excitement that had bubbled up within me. These were strangers, after all, and I needed to maintain a sense of composure. I gave them a casual once-over, my voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Who are you, and what brings you here?" The twins exchanged a quick glance, their expressions guarded yet undeniably intrigued. I could practically feel the tension in the air, a blend of caution and curiosity. The one on the left spoke up, his voice smooth but tinged with an air of uncertainty. "We're just passing through."

I asked, trying to distance myself from this mysterious stranger. He chuckled, “Your name is not the only thing I know about you, Henry. I’ve been watching you for a while now.” My heart raced as I realized that this encounter was far from coincidental. “Whoo are you?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear and curiosity. The stranger simply smiled, his warm gaze never leaving mine. Hickory, dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock." I felt a chill run down my spine as he recited the nursery rhyme, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. The stranger’s cryptic words only added to the growing sense of unease that enveloped me.

activities. Strange things began happening from the moment they arrived. At night, the forest seemed to come alive with eerie whispers, and peculiar shadows flitted around the campfire. Rocky, the raccoon they had befriended along the way, seemed to revel in the camp's mystique, often disappearing into the woods only to return with twigs and leaves in his paws.

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.