Strange Short Story Novels & Stories

You cannot help but jump off me. You turn to see what has triggered me. You see a strange man standing in the bushes behind us. "How long have you been there?" you hear me try to yell as quietly as possible. The stranger simply says, "Long enough." Both you and I just grab whatever clothes we can to cover up as much as we can. "Don't stop on my account," the stranger says. "I promise I won't tell if you don't." The stranger actually says this quite politely. It is shocking how polite he is in this situation. “We do mind. And we would like to leave. It would be great if we are not stared at while doing so.”

A mad laughter that echoed in every corner. Megha screamed. The upside-down man detached himself from the wall— Dropped to the floor. No sound of breaking bones. He rose slowly. Neck twisted sideways. Fingers long. Unnaturally long. Not human. He moved toward us. We pulled at the door. The lock wasn’t outside. It was inside. Placed by something unseen. Scratches deepened. As if hundreds of hands were clawing the walls. He came closer. Fingers trembling in the air, reaching for our faces—

Yes, ending up in bed with this hot stranger I had been grinding on all night and having him do unspeakable and ridiculously pleasurable things to my body definitely counted as bad decisions. My dad’s urgent call had sprung me up the morning after, prompting me to get on a jet he was sending over and head home immediately. It was so impromptu that I had not been able to get the name of the green-eyed dude I had spent the night with. He had probably told me, but either I was too drunk to remember or I just didn’t care. And so I came home. And here I was, getting hitched to someone I was meeting in person for the first time on the altar! Yeah, feel free to find it amusing, my life is a soap op

— A Stranger By the time I was done reading, tears had built in my eyes. How could a stranger be so good with words? Why did he have to leave this letter behind and write it so perfectly, it felt like I am actually cared for. I wiped my eyes as the tears threatened to stream down my face. I couldn't feel this much emotions for a stranger whose plan was to use me as a human incubator. I shut my eyes to take a hold of myself.

"If it's not inconvenient, may I come in?" Stunned, Hiya found herself nodding in agreement. The stranger crossed the threshold, and Hiya, eager to extend hospitality, ushered her into the living room. The clash of two worlds, one subdued and colorless, the other vibrant and mysterious, unfolded as they embarked on an unexpected encounter. Hiya, in her simple act of offering water and arranging tea, unknowingly began a chapter that held the promise of change, injecting a splash of intrigue into her otherwise dull existence.

Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her. Each short clip drove a blade straight into my chest. That same man had reposted a thread asking, "What's your greatest achievement so far?" In the comments, he'd written: "My greatest achievement is stealing a rich man's wife, putting a cuckold's horns on him, getting her to bear my son—and even making her abort his child. "That idiot still thinks he has a perfect, happy family. Every day, he works his ass off, full of motivation, earning money for the three of us.

and then arrived somewhere I hadn't seen. The recognition of someone who has entered a room and understood, in the space between one breath and the next, that the stranger in it is not a stranger at all That the stranger is the key to something. That the stranger has been there all along, in the margins of a story that had never been fully told.

I didn't answer that because I had a hard time moving because it's crowded. I was surprised when he weakly shook my arm "Why?" I ask "Fix your skirt, you don't know someone is looking at you" That's when I noticed that my skirt wasn't in order, so I fix it. I looked at him and smile slightly Because he told me to fix my skirt. 'That's all

The stranger. He’s here

Autumn had finished tending to the stranger’s wounds, her hands trembling with exhaustion as she packed away the last of the medical supplies. The hour was late, the house wrapped in silence, and she was ready to collapse into bed. But as she wiped down the table, a strange glimmer caught her eye—a faint, otherworldly light pulsed from beneath the patient’s sheets. She paused, heart pounding, wondering if fatigue was playing tricks on her senses. Curiosity overpowered hesitation. Autumn crept closer for one final check. What she discovered stopped her cold: the man’s injuries—every gash, burn, and bruise—had vanished completely, as if he’d never been hurt at all. Awe and disbelief flooded he