Strange Neighbor Novels & Stories

Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit. My only remaining option was to call my mom and vent. "The house is fine Mommy, but my neighbor's a satyriasis." There was confused silence from the other end of the line. "Your neighbor's a what, sweetie?" "He's like a rabbit. I can hear him going at it from dusk till dawn. My nerves are shredded. If you don't believe me, come listen for yourself." I made sure to sound despondent. In truth, I'd been wanting to redecorate for a while and this seemed like the perfect excuse.

But now, a room is bright, with the silhouette of a man sitting and watching. Oh, my god! My creepy neighbor is the burglar!

“We don’t need this outsider.” “As much as it pains me to admit it… we do.” My growl silences him instantly. “Strangers came into our territory and killed Gerald.” My fists clench at my sides. “Now we need the help of a stranger to destroy the monsters that shattered our peace.” The words taste bitter in my mouth. “We need the help of a stranger… to rebuild our defenses.” The room falls silent again. Scar’s eyes are on me, sharp, measuring, calculating. And for a brief moment, something flickers in them. Something eerily familiar. Something that makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

Veylor Caith is a creepy stranger who got into Ashwood about a month ago. Our town is such a forgotten place that seeing a new face is almost the same as seeing a ghost. We know everyone here, from their names to their family stories, so waking up one morning and finding a stranger walking around like he owned the ground was enough to get the whole town buzzing. He always carried a camera. Always. He moved slowly through the narrow paths, tilting his head like he was studying things we had long stopped noticing. Then he would lift the camera, take pictures, and smile to himself. Not at anyone else. Just himself. It made him even stranger.

I couldn’t go anywhere without being pointed at in the small city. Unexpectedly, a loud thud resounded on my door. My heart thumped out of my chest as the thudding persisted. “Rosé!” Accompanied the thudding. “Rosé, please open up. It’s me!” The stranger called. Slowly, weakly, I crept up to the door and peered through the small hole, it was Paula, my next door neighbor. I weakly pulled the door open, and without permission, she let herself in.

I opened the door of my neighbour's house and walked in. There was a dog laying on the ground but as soon as I entered, it started barking loudly. “Quiet Barney, kn trying to make a call." The man yelled I walked towards the sound of his voice and heard a little bit of what he was saying. “I'm calling to report a finding. Yes... Yes... The recent case in the news where a weird man abducted the sheriff's daughter.... Yes, the Mr Wells case... He's my neighbor... I'm affirmative...."

He had enough people in his life to talk to, he didn’t need another one. “Talked to who?” The fourth member of their group arrived taking the seat beside Declan. Mason looked over at Jonathon and sighed. He would have to recite the whole story again, hopefully without interruption this time. “Okay, I’m only going to say this once so listen up and no interrupting.” He waited for their nods. They were used to his quirks, which was why they were still his friends and the only people he socialized with. “I have a new neighbor, her name is Lisa. She works at night, well, I assume she’s working. The gist of it is that she is a nocturnalist, like me—” He shot Declan a narrow glare when he opened hi

“Ethan, are you okay?!“ “uhh, yeah.“ I forced a smile, nodding my head. “Thanks, Marie.“ She was my neighbour. A model. A baker. A mother. She gave me cookies the first time I moved in here. “Say hi to Lily for me?“ “Sure.“ She yelled back. I jogged back towards my home, slamming the door hard as soon as I got in. I kept raking my hands through my hair, and kept pacing around the living room. I couldn't sit. Couldn't eat. Couldn't wrap my head around everything. Who was Killan? What did the stranger mean? Why did the stranger even harm me? News flash, it'd been weeks, but the arm he nearly crushed still hurt like hell. I didn't know how long I paced around the room, but when I glanced at the

-=Yesha's Point of View=- A horrible thought was running through my head right now, especially after I noticed Dustin's strange reaction while looking at Jessica; it made me think that maybe Jessica is my half-sister, and I was about to confirm it with Dustin when another unexpected visitor arrived, further complicating this chaotic situation. "You wouldn't believe the people who live in this neighborhood, Jessica; they're simply so impossible." I quickly looked in Andrea's way when I heard that familiar, irritating voice.

Shaking her head slightly and pulling herself back to reality, her left brow rose at the stranger suspiciously with her arms crossing her chest. "Who are you and how may I help you?" "Oh, i'm sorry. Please forgive my manners" He began with a nervous chuckle. "My name is Henry! Your new neighbor?" he smiled even more and offered his palm for a hand shake. Neighbor? What neighbor She gave a quick shrug but didn't hug his hand back as she was still wry of him. She was aware, the flat opposite hers was vacant but she wasn't notified about anyone moving in and especially not this hot demigod.