Weird Random Things Novels & Stories

Why she's stuttering? I feel something weird. #30

Nick awoke, startled. He looked around and noticed he was on the floor. Then all the things that happened earlier started to flash back in his mind; the unknown pearl, the blood writing on his bedcover, the mirror, the dead body filled musty place, another blood writing on the mirror, then everything turned blank-no black!!! Extremely black!!! - "Oh crap! I zoned out like a sissy, a girl, a baby!!! What the heck happened here? Why did I fall into a trance?! " Nick asked no one in particular, totally confused. He looked around, his inspection was cut short when his eyes fell on his safe, on it lay to his horror, blood, splattered all over it and a rotten skull on the top of it! 'No! This is a

It wasn’t possible for it to be taken away by the wind because even if it happened, it would be improbable for it to land smack dab in the middle of the stairway. Obviously, Ate Gen was also getting confused with what was going on in the house and was puzzled at my answer. We left the issue alone, for now. Days and nights passed. There were more things that showed up in weird spots in the townhouse. There were food items, such as eggs, onions, and garlic, that were suddenly found hidden away in different places in the house. None of us ever admitted to doing it and not one of us can explain it. Even the faucets and the shower would turn on by themselves. That included the toilets, as they fl

Such a sad fate. "You seem to have a lot on your mind, mate. Me too though. How about we do this, I tell you all of my problems and you tell me yours. After that, we agree never to meet again." Plain absurdity. He stared in disbelief at this man whose weirdness seemed to increase as time went by. Why would you want to tell your problems t a random person? "No, I don't want to do that." He replied shortly after he tried to measure the ludicrousness of the situation. It was immense.

VOLUME THREE: HOLIDAY RISK * Spencer * Every once in a while, life takes a crazy, random array of events and turns them into something wonderful. Other times, she takes your life, spins you around, throws you in a new direction, and then kicks you in the balls.

Donald replied awkwardly, “Yes, that’s right.” Cadfan hummed slightly before he replied solemnly, “Then, that is even more suspicious! Normally, even if a person has intermittent psychosis, intermittent epilepsy, or even intermittent convulsions, the timing and occurrence of the condition are relatively random. There are absolutely no rules or timing to it at all. Some people can simply fall asleep and suddenly wake up and sleepwalk, or even suddenly suffer from a seizure. However, have you ever heard of anyone experiencing this kind of condition every other hour? Something is certainly not right about this!”

,’* I weakly argued for probably the fiftieth time. She didn’t respond and soon I found myself in a shop I hadn’t expected to find. Everywhere she looked was a random assortment of different things – everything from crystals to bizarre ingredients, and even what appeared to be animal bones. It reminded me of those weird witchy novelty stores back in my own world, the ones which dabbled in voodoo and pseudo wiccan stuff. Maybe even some horoscope things. Although many didn’t believe it was real, it didn’t stop people from buying it.

"Then you're probably the kind of person that's going to be interested in all sorts of weird shit." "Do tell."

Where do I even have the time for that when I was always struggling to find time to eat even once a day? Beads of sweat crested my forehead as another notion took over me. I tried to shake it off, but I couldn't. It was not a logical thought, but with the experience I had with these people, I had learned to think outside the box. My thinking outside the box right now was in imagining of the Alpha was about to rape me.