Novel & Cerita Strange Neighbor

I immediately unwrapped my arms from around his neck and tried to push him away but in vain. "Leave me!" I wheezed out while trying to control my ragged breathing. "Leave me!" I yelled at the stranger again, my voice trembling. Just then, I heard the jiggling of the little bell at the door, announcing someone's arrival and I stopped thrashing around to look at the door. Even though my eyes were welled up with tears, I could still see Max standing bewilderingly at the door, clearly. "Max!" I cried and started thrashing around to get away from this stranger again but he tightened his hold on me, making me cry out in pain.

V. The whole time, Trent kept reminding himself, the right and decent thing to do was not to read another word. However, after fifteen minutes of trying to watch T.V., he got up and fished the papers out of the trash can. His neighbor could be dangerous, he reasoned with himself. It would be in his best interest to ensure she wasn’t deranged or something - or at least that is what he told himself as he sat down on the couch.

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

Silence did. The neighbors were trickier. They weren’t professionals with licenses to protect. They were ordinary people who just wanted peace and privacy. So I gave them the opposite. One knock at midnight, a stranger mumbling about “that Greenwood woman owing money.” A blurry photo left under their mat showing them holding Avis’s hand in the hallway. Little things. Harmless things. But in a city where gossip moved faster than trains, implication was enough. The next morning, I parked where I could see their door. The husband came out first, glanced both ways down the hall like a man checking for threats. His wife followed, clutching her bag too tight.

"What did you say to Jim? He got distracted and crashed. This is all your fault!" "You’re really holding a grudge over a few texts? How can you be so heartless?" I was stunned. I found out where Jim had been taken and started getting ready to go see him. He had left my place just before the accident. I needed to see him to ease my mind. Just as I was about to leave, my parents came home. They heard I wanted to go out and immediately stopped me. "Edward Shaw, the eldest son of the Shaw family, is coming back tomorrow. He doesn’t care about that silly scene you made," they said.

I immediately went to his dormitory. When I arrived outside the men’s dormitory, I saw Samuel standing at a corner near the entrance. I saw him talking to someone. He looked fishy, and I found it strange. I quietly crept closer to him. It turned out that the person he talked to was Raymond!

It seemed she was truly angered this time. Oddly, no one was at home. Bennett knocked on the neighbor's door, but the neighbor refused to answer. He yelled, "Police! Open the door!" The neighbor peeked through the spy hole and cautiously opened his door to a slight crack after seeing Bennett's police badge. Bennett asked with a frown, "Where are the people living across from you?" The neighbor, knowing that a family of three lived from across him, stammered upon seeing Bennett, "W-We are at work that time. I-I have no idea."

Strange! “ Is anyone home?” Bob called out again as he ventured further inside the house, his voice sounding a little shaky and husky. He was beginning to have a strange feeling, and his intuition told him to run out of the door and never return. But Bob continued pressing on, he was too curious to leave... He suddenly froze when he heard he a soft grunt echo through the corridor. Bob was startled and grew alerted. His whole existence warned him that it was the best timing to really walk out the door now. He turned around with the aim to follow his gut feelings.

Therefore, I was just in my bra and underwear, on my phone, listening to music and replying to more emails in between skipping songs I was not enjoying. Through my headphones, I had heard some shuffling down in the living room and figured my parents had come home. Thinking I had locked the door, I ignored it, and I did not move out of my current position. However, a few seconds later, my door had easily opened, and standing there was Stephan with his suitcase staring at me in just my bra and underwear. "Um...hey." He said, not looking away but blinking rapidly. I did not know how to react, so I flipped open the folded blanket on my bed and covered as much of myself as possible.

"I went to your house last night and you weren't there. Your CCTV said that some rich people took you. You are still alive because I am still talking to you, what happened?” Katiya said without even stopping on the other line. “CCTV? What CCTV?” I asked in confusion. “Your neighbors. They knew everything about you.” I shook my head. Of course, they never left their eyes on me. I was just looking out of the window and just zone out. I have been with this stranger for more than two hours now. And I don't even know how to address him. Great.