The Last House On The Street Novels & Stories

Even the stray dogs that usually hung out in alleys like this were gone, I kicked the engine, I got off my bike in one smooth motion already scanning the area. The townhouse was wedged between two crumbling buildings, its windows were dark, it looked untouched by the chaos around it, too intact, too still, and I approached it without rushing. The first thing I trusted was my sense of smell. Death has a smell. Rot, iron and a sour note of panic that clings to walls long after bodies are gone, but there was none of that here. I walked into the house, it was really quiet. The air was still yetI felt like something was off.

Karen bent down with her head spinning, she looked at Chester who was busy inspecting a heap of ash as if he was searching for something. JQ Street which had been the most lively and lovely street in Gordon city looked like an old abandoned horrific town. They looked all round the street in trace even for a figure of a human being but saw non except a cracked glass window and a young girl who was looking at them from the storey building which had faded maybe due to effect of the chemical that had been used while attacking them by Mr. Gordon. "I think they must have been looking for something!" Marvin said as she stepped near where Chester was.

Lukas, Zen and I will take the closer one. And the last family, who didn’t respond. “We meet at the downtown pub after sundown.” Lukas says “Gather as much information about the deceased as possible, and offer the gold to the families.” With that, our team separates. … Light rain pitters on the streets when we stop in front of the first house. It’s located in the twenty seventh district, in what looks to be a peaceful society. The house is huge, its walls spiraling along almost half the street.

’ He asked, turning down our short street. ‘Yeah, it's the last house on the right’. She directed him and soon enough, we pulled up outside our house. I felt a little bit emotional. Just a few days ago, I didn’t know if I’d ever be back here again, ever see my parents again, it was all just really surreal and strange.

ONE LAST CHASE *** Fantastic! That was the last word Charleigh heard from her brother and boss, Tripp, after her presentation before him and Kayden Braxton, the COO, and co-founder. She’d been working her ass off for the past three years at Braxton and Wrylee Associates as an associate architect, and she just spent four weeks on her desk to make a good impression. She deserved more than just the word fantastic.

We know, we've been following you since yesterday, the man said. Hi, I’m George, Betty, and our doctor, Frank. I’m Nolan, and this is Emily, and this is our son Jay. You must be tired and hungry. Let’s get you some stuff later, and we’ll get the rest. Give them number 65, she said, handing him the keys. Henry, you’re in the single area, number 24.

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

he answered with a husky voice, and that increased Tim's desire to kill whoever had made him angry “Take the next turn by your left and drive straight. Our house is on the end of the curved street,” he stated. “Okay,” he said and drove on. They got to the end of the road and discovered that the house was the oldest house on the Crescent. He stopped before the funny and weak gate and looked at the dilapidated one-story building. He observed it further and saw a beautiful one which looked like boys' quarters. “Who lives there?” Tim asked. “It is the witch,” George said instead of addressing her as his mother.

We pass by several houses, some habited and others that look like it hasn't seen a living soul in years. Tony's safehouse is the last one on the right at the end of the street. It isn't as big as the one we were living in back in Staten Island, but the entire property is surrounded by cameras and alarms, a high tech security system to make even politicians envious. Somehow, whoever installed those made it seem like this is just another regular house. It doesn't stand out from the rest of the houses on the street, but I have only just seen it from the outside.

At some point, his eyes closed, the taste of five blue, seven red, four yellow on his tongue, his mind struggling with Eve just becoming the wall. The fuck? *** He smelled rotten wood first. Wet, rotten wood. Damp dirt. Dust and grime. The feeling of something crawling underneath his head. Beneath the floor boards and through the dirt, a hidden something just inches away. This was the old house. The last house. The abandoned one in the woods. After Pop skipped town, the fucker, and Mom got too sick to work. “Five bucks for a hand job?” she said. “Too fuckin’ old and sick and tired for that kind of shit. Won’t even get us McDonald’s.”