Stranger In The House Novels & Stories

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

She got back to her house, the lone feeling of her marriage threatening to destroy her once more but all that disappeared in a single moment when her gaze landed at The Stranger waiting on her couch. His legs were crossed and a magazine— deliberately switched the other way round was in his hold. Without looking back, he spoke; " You owe me an answer, Miss Josette." Okay! What was the worst that could literally happen and how the hell did he get inside her house?

He moved my hand back toward the steering wheel. I started the car again. The afternoon sun glared down on us; specks of snow glittered on the rooftops and trees. After last night’s storm, the roads were slippery, and snow piled on the sides. Driving uphill was becoming harder. Sanjana’s house was in the lower part of town—and driving there was easy. But heading back up, I needed focus. Talking to Kabir could wait. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and drove carefully till we reached our rental. Inside, the landlord was waiting. A bulky man in his fifties, with a small Hitler-style moustache and a face that looked too familiar. He sat with a smug expression, eyes darting around like

Jake, the stranger whom I had met, said as he opened the door to his old rack-shacked apartment. I stepped inside the apartment and he put on the lights. I started looking around the house and assessing my surrounding, the house had a small living room which had two old couches and a small black television on an oldbeaten stand. On my left you could see the kitchen, which had dirty utensils on the counter and sink. I turned to the other side of the room and saw a small hallway which was leading to two other rooms, one on each side. The entire room was filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarette, empty bottles of alcohol were all over the floor and used cigarettes had been thrown all over

I felt relieved but we started hearing a sound from the roof. Dad moved ahead and switched off the whole light from the source so the stranger won't be able to use the switch. The outside light went off. We waited and observed if the stranger could come down to the living room. We didn't hear anything. But we could hear footsteps outside the house. We peeped through the window and saw him going out. I fell on the sofa. At last, he has gone. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had found his way.

I answered his question in my soft polite tone. He looked me straight in the eye and slightly tilted his head to the left "we don't allow strangers" His words were sharp like a dagger which made me realize that he is not easy to deal with. "I am a lady, and you shouldn't let a lady leave alone at this time" words left my mouth with confidence as I stood strong against his decision. He raised his eyebrows and said "just one night" has said that he went inside and I quickly followed him. The house was dark from inside as well, long windows were covered with the black curtains, and huge stairs going up as if they were touching the sky, and a spooky vibe floating inside the whole house!

"Sorry sir, I want to ask a favor. So this way, the cctv in front of my house is broken, can I ask for help finding someone who can fix it? My wife said that this afternoon there was a stranger watching the house in front of me, I'm afraid that person is a bad person." "Yes, I can find someone tomorrow. By the way, did a stranger come here this afternoon, sir? I don't think so." "My wife said so." "But Mr. Arka, just now I really saw a man standing there watching your house. I approached him, he said he was looking for his brother's house. After I took him to his brother's house, it turned out to be his brother." "Who sir, if he was looking for his brother's house why was he watching my hous

Strangers. I froze, hand on the doorknob. Three people in dark suits stood in our living room. They looked strange here, too sharp against the sagging couch and beer-stained carpet. My stepfather, who generally seldom saw anything, was sitting straighter than I’d ever seen him, jaw tightened. One of the strangersa woman with glossy black hair twisted into a tight bun, turned as if she had been waiting for me. Her smile was chilly and piercing. “Rory Hale.”

And who are these strangers occupying our home? I stand frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest as I survey the scene before me. I look at the door over my shoulder and our address, ‘100 C. Garcia’ is attached to it. The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, sending shivers down my entire body as I struggle to make sense of my surroundings for the third time today. “E-Excuse me,” I say, my voice trembling. “Who are you? And what are you doing inside our house?”

Yvonne was still on Raymood's back, he slowly brought her down when they entered the Living room of the house. The house didn't have expensive decor, one can quickly tell that they're an average family. "Don't worry about my wife's attitude, her attitude is justifiable. Some years back one of our neighbors accepted a stranger at night, as we're known for our hospitality. Then at night the stranger killed both him and his wife, took their money and robbed the entire neighborhood. So from that day we all are afraid of accepting strangers to avoid that from happening. I am Quintin by name and what's yours?" The man asked him after his brief explanation as he expanded his hands towards him for a