Thriller Teller Novels & Stories

Is it crazy that I feel disappointed that is not them? I know that Nana wouldn’t let just anyone in her house, this person needs to be close to her, or be someone she trusts, Nana is a spiritual wolf, she can sense people’s true intentions before they are even in front of her. She is that special, and because of that she lives away from everyone. Nana is a witch, she confessed it to me not long after I arrived and everyday I learn something new about her.

Samara beat Jai, causing Jai to blame his poor form on his "injury" We continue walking and my eyes light up when I see Faye, the fortune teller. Last year, she told me that my future was going to look up, due to my family becoming much closer and my grades returning back to their usual standard. What she said was true, Finn and I were closer than ever and my school work is almost better than it was, before everything. "No, not the fortune teller," Alec groans, much like he did last year. "I don't believe in any of that shit."

I looked back for a fraction of a second, but the figure had vanished into a dark gap between two driveways. I stood paralyzed for a beat, my ears straining against the howling wind. Nothing moved. Is it the therapy? The thought hit me like a splash of ice water. My therapist had warned me that hyper-vigilance from the stalking incidents could trigger auditory hallucinations when I was stressed. My mind was playing tricks on me. I was manufacturing threats in the dark. I broke into a jog, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as I reached our driveway. I burst through the front door, slamming it behind me and throwing the deadbolt into place.

He stepped up like he wanted to fight, but the other driver held him back. I glared and walked out. Right then, Jack texted: [You back yet? Something happened here.] [Come quick and get Willy. It's urgent.] *** When I pulled up to the hotel, Jack and Jenny's cardboard standee was face-down in the dirt, stomped and filthy. Told me everything I needed to know. Inside, I followed the hallway to the banquet room. Staff stood around whispering, a few people filming like they were covering the apocalypse.

Terri suddenly got very nervous and started tapping the counter top with her fingers and tears formed in her eyes before she replied, "No Ted there is nothing in my background that will show up in the FBI report. I have never been arrested for anything and I've never even received a traffic ticket in my whole life." Ted reached out and put his hand on Terri's hand and in a soothing voice he said, "Terri, you can trust me. I don't know what's bothering you but since you are working for a friend of mine I can help you if you need it. You have to tell me what's going on first."

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

The man screamed, spitting blood and fragments of teeth. “The first lie has a cost,” I explained, like a patient teacher. “Let’s try again. Conrad Schneider. The story about the pharmacist.” Blood dripped from Kessler’s chin. His eyes, now filled with understanding fear, met mine. “He… He paid me!” he choked out, his voice slurred. “It was just to tell a story! Some gossip! I didn’t know…”