The Last House On The Street Novels & Stories

“Last house at the end of the road. But I don’t know if he’ll talk to you. Doesn’t like visitors.” I thanked him and made my way up the winding road, my determination unshaken. The house loomed up ahead, an old stone structure that looked more like a fortress than a home. I parked the car and approached, feeling the weight of the doctor’s past and the lives that must haunt these walls.

Especially when I was already close to Darick's location. I placed my phone into my pocket and continued driving. As I approached the house, an eerie feeling washed over me. There sat Darick's house. It was the last one on the corner of the street. Black curtains covered the windows and rusty white panels and splintered beams indicated that the home hadn't been cared for in ages. 'How could anyone be content with such a site?' I thought to myself.

A laugh, hers, low and echoing through the pitch-black. And from the silence, her whisper slithered up the staircase, cold enough to freeze my blood: “Tonight, Lena… the Carter house takes its final offering.” The lights are gone, the house is plunged into blackness, and Mrs. Hills declares Lena as the Carter house’s “final offering.”

We are home. THE END

Part of the money from selling her house was donated to a youth mental health foundation. Our friend spoke with a sigh. "She seems much calmer now. But she's always alone, like there's no warmth left in her life. She said it's the price she has to pay." "It's all in the past," I said again, gently but firmly. The friend did not press further. Eventually, even those bits of news about her faded away. She disappeared completely from my world. My life was filled with new colors and sounds. The studio expanded and moved into a brighter, more spacious place.

"Ms. Sheffield, your illness is already very serious. You probably don't have much time left. Do you need me to contact your parents for you?" At that, June weakly shook her head. "No need. My parents… last year, because of debt, they were driven to jump off a building. They're gone now too. Now, besides you… I don't have any family left in this world." The news took me slightly aback. "Really? But I think you've misunderstood something. We stopped being husband and wife a long time ago, so we can't be considered family either." Seeing the lifeless look in her eyes, I no longer had the patience to stay there any longer.

I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie. "Enzo" I called, all of their eyes turned to me. "Yes?" Enzo answered. "I just need to ask this, Charlie haven't been back since she came with you and earlier. You came back without her" Enzo frowned a bit. "She's not back yet?" He asked back, that made me more nervous. I shook my head, I'm already trembling. He stood up the same time my phone rang, I looked at it to see it was Jax. I nearly forgot about him. I immediately answered his call to ask for help.

The last time was from my mother before she died. Car doors open and slam closed around me, jolting me from my train of thought. The pack is a shambles, the house falling down, the land is barren and soiled beyond anything you could imagine. No wonder Hunter has had his reservations about being able to pull them up to scratch.

He says frustratedly and the skinny man looks at him puzzled “Can I see the address given to you?” He asked Reed politely and Reed search his pockets to give the man the address The skinny man collected it while the mom was there throwing daggers at Reed, But he couldn’t care less, He was too tired to giver her the look "Oh I get it, There is a mixup! Your house is the next one over there” The skinny man pointed at the next compound and Reed looked at him confused "How is that possible, Chief clearly wrote Nine, House Nine!” And this is house Nine!!" He says and the man facepalmed himself

I took my map and looked at the street names Pete had underlined for me. Autumn Alley, Spring Alley, Summer Alley and Winter Alley. I smiled. I like the names. The last stop was at the end of Autumn Alley. I was looking for a yellow house that had a garden in front. I hoped that they hadn’t changed anything. Maybe the house was painted in a different color now. I will have to check the mailboxes. Her last name was Powell.