Stranger Thing Upside Down Novels & Stories

He twisted the cap off the bottle and chugged the cold beverage, concentrating on the cool liquid as it slid down his throat, chasing away the unsettling thoughts. Another loud bang from next door had him standing up straight and staring at the common wall they shared. What the hell was going on next door? He heard some rattling around and then the door of the apartment opened and closed with a slam. He loped across his apartment to his door and looked through the spy hole, watching as a woman dragged a large garbage bag behind her. It looked heavy and before he knew what he was doing he had the door open. “Do you need help with that?”

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

And I’m glad the man I once shared a reckless night with, became my forever. My Mr. Stranger. THE END…

He quickly levitated Willy up, Willy floated up fast, caused by the uncanny power of telekinesis and Willy’s head hit the ceiling painfully, with a loud crack. Than he let Willy drop to the floor with a resounding thud. Pain erupted all over Willy’s body. “That ought to keep you from doing anything stupid,”— the Stranger said and his current face faded away as the holographical gimmick facial disguise faded away, replaced by the actual cold smiling face of: Oswald the Stranger. Willy blacked out once more.

"No... it can't... end like this..." Before the words had faded she toppled straight backward, crashing down onto the steps, her limbs twitching twice before she went entirely still.

I ascended from the cab and shut the door, Nathan waiting for me to go first. The climb wasn't as hard as it was the first time I had to do it, now that I'm starting to get used to the higher altitude and rough terrain. The illuminated house came into view as some dark figures emerged as silhouettes. “What happened?!” Stephan yelled as we got closer. I pressed my finger to my lips and looked back at Derek in Nathan's arms. Spencer, Jules, and Lydia were at his side, staring at the young Foreseer defenselessly lying in Nathan's grasp. I shoved past them, ignoring the stares and jaw-dropping looks they gave us.

They pushed the table to jam the door from the inside as they looked around for a way to escape. "What do we do now Helena?" Larry was scared, he almost was cut in half and terrifying it was, he just had to think straight. "Down here." Helena pulled up a rug and found a floor door that leads to an underground cellar. "No way babe, we're only gonna trap ourselves down there." The man hits the door hard, frightening Helena more. "No time for debate, we have to take chances." Helena took the crowbar from the shelf and climbed down stairs. The man was breaking in, smashing the door with his axe, he was groaning, Larry couldn't decide what to do so he went down the stairs also.

He lowered his hands when he felt the ropes in his legs untied. "Uncle." The little girl stared innocently at the man she recognized, staring at him unreadable. The man called the uncle took his lap by the little girl he loved so much, leaving the room that smelled fishy. The little girl wrapped her tiny hands around the man's neck, staring illegally at the man who had killed her parents lying covered in blood on his head and chest. Without his uncle knowing it. He waved his hand at his parents who were lying stiff. 1 year later ..

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.” With one swift motion, he yanked the thin straps of her sundress down her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the tiny white lace thong that was already soaked. Damian’s eyes darkened as he took in her naked breasts, the tight peaks of her nipples begging for attention, the curve of her hips, and the way the lace barely covered her mound.