Unexplainable Stories Novels & Stories

she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

It looked like René was the only one who was interested in solving the mystery. René knew that he had caused a disturbance in the cafeteria, and he sincerely apologized to the people there. He was a lecturer there, so he had to save his reputation. “Sorry,” finally Alain squeaked a little. There seemed to be a hint of regret in his eyes. René stopped apologizing to the people and turned to his student. The older one tried to calm himself down before speaking again, “I once asked whether you have a sister named Park Ah Reum or not, and you said that you haven't. I’m also sure that I don’t have a brother whose face is very similar to mine. If so, then I guess that we both are... the reincarnat

I'm not a child to believe all these fable stories which the useless granny used to tell their kids as bedtime stories. I never believe these kinds of fantasies then how come I can believe this stupid story. But one thing I know they are hiding some truth from us. I want to figure out what is the truth and why are they hiding from us. Commonly, scientists would make mistakes and they hide it from the whole world when they fail to discover new things but never spread rumours like this, but here the things are vice-versa and it got my attention. Why are they spreading rumors like that? "Reil, think about my words for another second. You have your time... Please." My mom pleaded with hooded eye

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I know everyone is talking about what happened yesterday and I know, they will continue to talk about it until the next big thing happens. When I make my way to my locker, and when I put in the code and once its open, there is a loud pop and suddenly, I feel cold and wet, and I am covered in something cold and sticky. When I look down at myself, I am covered in. I don’t know what the hell this crap is, but it is horrible, it smells awful and its so sticky.

The goal was to create a powerful multimedia campaign that would resonate with the public and remind them why this fight was worth it. As they gathered stories, Alex was struck by the profound impact of the narratives. One story came from a single mother who had lost her job due to corrupt practices in her local government. Another was from a small business owner who had been squeezed out of opportunities by a rigged system. Each account painted a vivid picture of how corruption affected real lives, igniting Alex’s passion for justice.

He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again. I questioned him about what he had seen and experienced but he only gave vague explanations and mutterings. My disbelief of ghosts and haunted houses seemed reasonable to me since he wouldn’t offer any details of what had happened. It seemed that every time we got together after that, our conversations always seemed to gravitate back to that night. You couldn’t enjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just like the mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguing because he wouldn’t give the det

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.