Strange Neighbor Novels & Stories

Upon entering, Clifford saw an unfamiliar figure seated. "Who are you?" Clifford asked in surprise. The stranger's demeanor was cold, and his gaze was icy as he looked at Clifford. Clifford broke out in a cold sweat. Who was this person, and how did he silently enter? Could he be here to kill him? Just as Clifford was about to turn and run, the stranger moved. He grabbed Clifford's neck, causing Clifford's face to turn a shade of purple, his eyes bulging. Just when Clifford was on the verge of passing out, the stranger sneered and released his grip.

"Open the door. You have to let me in, " I ignored him. I didn't care what he did now. All I cared about was leaving this place. I looked up at the ceiling and every weird thing that had happened to me came to my mind. The first day I saw him on the bench he had black eyes. His house and every property he owned were in the forest. No one ever visited us apart from his friends. Guards were 24/7 guarding the house. Once, I found blood packets inside the fridge. I nearly jumped. Tina convinced me that it was a tomato sauce.

I turned quickly to face the young girl, her messy hair was tied up in two buns making her look younger than her age, which was young enough already. Stacey. My neighbor's last daughter who'd been trying for years to get into my pants. I was smarter than that though. She was not the kind of woman I would ever dream of going for....if I could even call her that. "Yes." I turned back just as quickly and continued the walk to my car. Damn!

My neighborhood was usually quiet, but tonight it felt like I was being watched. My hands trembled as I reached for the phone, ready to dial 911. Before I could press the first digit, a figure emerged from the shadows—a tall silhouette moving with purpose. My breath caught in my throat. Was it Liam? Had he come back, drawn by some lingering guilt or regret? The figure drew closer, and I squinted, trying to make out details in the darkness. It wasn't Liam. It was a woman—a stranger, dressed in dark clothing, her face obscured by the hood of her jacket. Fear pulsed through me. What did she want?

She giggled at the thought. And Shean finally released the burning heat of lust throughout her being. There seems to be a mysterious and blazing emotion that motivates her to release her screaming desire. She raised one arm to his nape and quickly pulled the man against her. On tiptoed, she gently draws near her lips to the stranger, who was for a moment has hesitation.

"The auctioneer's asking you. Care to raise?" The crowd was bracing for a good show when they caught the plain tremor in Karina's voice. "N-no more..." The hammer came down, and the hall went utterly still. I bent down, patted Karina's bloodless face, and murmured a single line into her ear. "You're lower than a dog!" "Layla, you rabid dog, you're dead!" Karina shrieked, "She's got a gun! Layla actually broke the Thorne family's own rule and brought a gun into the auction!"

“Or maybe it’s the scary neighbor looking into our house again.” I roll my eyes and push her shoulder. “Funny.” Our neighbor is an old man who almost never leaves his house. We usually see him through his windows, sitting in his living room watching television or standing in the kitchen with a drink in his hand. We’ve never really seen him outside. Except once. When he was standing in our garden. Looking into our house. The memory still makes my skin crawl. Zara had grabbed a hammer and stormed outside like a warrior ready for battle, only to discover it was him standing there, blinking at us like he had no idea how he’d ended up there.

followed. Sarah pushed him away, but he didn't budge. Instead, he placed his palm flat against her computer screen, and it suddenly began to flicker, showing a strange code on her screen, throbbing like it was alive. The lights flickered again in that office and stabilized, showing that the strange man had disappeared and left Sarah quite shaken. She staggered out of her office telling her colleagues about the incident. Initially, they were unconvinced but when the investigations began, they identified a certain disruption in their security systems caused by the strange man's presence.

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

I couldn't understand why my friend said the man looked familiar, but then I realized it was Joe, my neighbor and Lesley's husband. Sometimes we would travel together, and I would post our group pictures online, so it wasn't surprising that my friend recognized him. Seeing the way they acted around each other, it didn't seem like they had only just gotten close the night before. When did it all start? After they left, I got out of the car and installed surveillance at home, then checked the trash in the bedroom. My fist tightened in anger when I saw what was in there.