Dear diary, it Thursday May, 4 2013 and today we won our soccer league! 😃 (Yay!!) I’m so happy for our team, they have done so amazing this week. They have done so good!! I heard our neighbours are moving and I’m kinda nervous to see them. My mom said I should go ask them if they would like to have a get together! I’m so sad that my best friend is moving. I will always call her and text her every day.

  Dear diary, it’s Friday may, 13 2013 our neighbours just moved in! I’m so excited to meet them! I’m going over tomorrow to welcome them! We made them a little basket with candy and chocolate. I also have a soccer game tomorrow so it will be an exciting day




It’s Saturday may, 14 2013 I’m really scared of our neighbours. I knocked on the door and I heard a scream. I’m not sure what I should do? I walked into there house and it was dead silent. I asked if he was by himself and he said yes. He also said I should stay over but I reluctantly declined. It gave me the creeps, said I had to go and dropped the basket. I’m super scared of him and never going their again but mom says I was overreacting and I should just learn to like him.

If you are reading this you must be wondering what happened to me and why I stopped writing. It is may 3rd 2022 and its been 9 years since I’ve written last. I’ve gone mental ill but I am getting help. Let me tell you want happened…

I went to my neighbours house a couple days after I saw him and right as I walked to the door he opened it. This already freaked me out but I still went inside and he slammed the door. He put me in his basement trapped with no way out. He had three other girls about my age locked down. He didn’t feed us or do anything he just came to check on us. Our room had four beds and waters. I tryed to call my mom or the police but there was no data so I couldn’t. After 9 years a police man shows up and we screamed as loud as we could trying to get out. They came downstairs and took us out. We were finally free! I’m was so happy I ran up to my mom and gave her the biggest hug ever! The other girls had their parents too.

      The End btw this is NOT A true story

Nestled in a quiet corner of Everwinter Avenue, a small, peacful brown bricked house, lay, home to a beautiful girl named Evelyn. And yet, Evelyn was far from at peace. In the last week, she had witnessed her neighbour acting very strange through his window, like pacing, staring off into nothingness, or writing in a odd red book for hours upon hours a day.

All of these actions made her heart beat uncomfortably in her chest, and sent shivers down her spine, the usual optimistic and friendly man was now replaced by a cold, frightening one. Maybe he and his fiancé, Jesilyn, got into a fight, or maybe with his kid, James. She didn’t know, ever since a few months prior he had become distant.

She decided that today would be the day that she would talk to him.

Her hands fidgeted nervously with her jacket and took a deep breath, poised at his door like an apprehensive child getting in trouble. Finally, she raised her hand the the doorbell and pushed it, silence fell over the town,, and her mind raced with apprehension as she heard the doorbell ring eerily, echoing around the silent area.

Evelyn felt a sudden burst of weight drop onto her shoulders, practically making her knees buckle. As she regained her balance she heard secretive whispers and commands from inside the house, that was all she needed, and as if a burly beast was on her tail, she booked into from her house, busting in the door and slamming it shut behind her.

Her breath was ragged. Her knees weak. Palms were sweaty. The image of his face replaying over and over in her head, something inside her told her that this wasn’t just some normal coincidence, he was hiding something, and if she didn’t run, she could’ve… just maybe… been the thing he was hiding..

My across-the-street neighbor killed someone. This is my evidence.

She brought home a new trash can, a rake, and a shovel. One day, she left the house with a small suitcase and came back with a huge crate. Normally, she would open her drapes when she was home. Now, her drapes are closed all day every day. On another day, I heard a noise like a power saw. So, I know she cut him or her up and hid the body.

Now, I need to convince someone else. But, I need proof. I couldn't-or wouldn't go into her house. Surely, there would be proof outside. I wait until she leaves for work, get my cell phone, and set out to get my proof.

I nonchalantly walk across the street and wander toward the house. As I walk around the garage, I pass the trash can and recycle bin. There is dirt around the can. Ah-ha! I took a picture with my phone. That's one. Then, I notice  drag marks from the bins to the backyard. I took a picture. That's two. I follow the drag marks all the way across the yard. Ah-ha! The marks lead to the new trash bin I had seen her bring home. The rake and shovel are nearby leaning on the house. Excitement and anxiety are rising. My heart is pounding. Wow! Moment of truth. I walk over. Do I really want to lift the lid?  I take a deep breath, stretch out my hand, and tilt my head to take a peek. I carefully continue to open the lid until I see-weeds. I whip my head around to look at the rest of the yard and see a newly planted garden complete with a wooden border, and beside it a crate with other garden tools in it. I feel like an idiot. This never happened.

Lock your doors These newbies are weird They approach with no fear and with a pie

Who does that?

Lock your windows Neighbors just chat at the mailboxes with no real information Just to talk

Who does that?

I locked my doors I locked my windows But as I cower in the corner of my room, staring at the window I hear a knocking At the door first Then on the glass

A small tap

I see a hand It’s them I know it

A sigh of relief for the locks But the hand is pressed flush against the window until it goes through like the glass wasn’t there

Coming right for me

——— (I had a nightmare of a hand going through the glass of my window recently. Like full on phased through like a superhero…or I guess a scary villain. It was terrifying.)

He stands by the door with the phone Two people come up They smile they chat loudly They’re wearing hoodies he’s wearing a Hoodie They exchange gifts Could be drugs or something much more sinister He’s always having a bonfire or a barbecue He’s always excited and high He’s too super friendly He’s always got flashy cars for what he earns in a supermarket

After Tess saves Mattheo and his roommate, she seems to have some doubts.

”I thought you two would like each other... But you’re just, staring,” Mattheo said awkwardly.

”Shut Up,” they both say, not breaking eye contact.

”Okay but one question. Does blinking count in this staredown orrr?”

”No it doesnt,” Tess said grabbing his ear.

”Ow ow ow okay okay,” Mattheo whined as she let go.

Then Sam’s eye twitched causing Tess to smile slightly and lean back.

”Huh? Tess did you-” Mattheo starts as Sam snaps.

Everything stops except Tess and Sam.

“Who are you?” Sam asks coldly.

“What’s your motive?”

”Uh- Hey I ask-”

”You don’t ask the questions. I do!” Tess says, slamming the table as she now towers over him.

Sam snaps scared out if his mind.

”Jeez-” Mattheo says falling, “You gain super speed or something!”

”Bye Mattheo,” Tess says, “And stay on your toes. Literally.”

”Will do,” Mattheo giggles giving her a thumbs up.

Tess shakes her head and gives him a weary smile.

She walks out the apartment and closes the door.

The counterattack has started...

Part 2 of WHY ARE WE GETTING ARRESTED?!

“I have been seeing a car, sitting in the driveway of my neighbors yard for around fifteen days now. It never moves. Its sketchy.” I say to my therapist. “You’re paranoid, it must be a work car that only drives during the night.” She answers. “I am not paranoid, I have been up all night before. I watch that very car.” I respond. “I know there is something wrong with her,” I explain to my therapist. “You are crazy, she sounds like a normal person. You are paranoid, do you want meds for it?” She asks me. “I am not crazy, nor do I need pills to help with this.” I respond Each session has been like this, nobody believes my theory. I hear the rusty chainsaws in her shed, I smell the suspicious strong smell of bleach, and I see the glare when she looks at people.

 I am finally home, but I hear the doorbell ring. I open the door to see the creepy neighbor. 

“Would you like some scones, they are in my house. Come, come!” She says. I have been in her house before, but this time is different. Part of me says that I should stay home, but I have to investigate.

 “Here you go, Clara.” She says as she hands me the scones. How does she know my name? What is the smell of bleach from? What is the car outside doing? I have so many questions for her that I can’t ask. Instead I ask to go to the restroom. I see an empty bag of sodium hydroxide and a bag of scopolamine. “What are you doing in here? The bathroom is across the hall.” She says with a wicked smile across her face. “Uh-“ I stutter, “just looking for some extra hand soap…” 

“You can be honest, Honey.” She says walking me to another room “This is the basement door. I have got to show you some of my soap that I make.” Maybe she is just a normal neighbor. “So you make soap? Is that for a living?” I say “Mhm, here is one of my favorites” she responds, handing me a honey scented soap bar. We go to the kitchen to finally eat the scones. She sounds nice, maybe I should trust her.

I take a bite of the scone. “How was your day?” She says. 

“Pretty good, you?” I respond “Same with me,” She says “I need some air.” I say toddling toward the front door as I fall, “You drugged me?” “You know it!” She hisses, smirking at me.

 I wake up with a pounding headache. What happened? 

“Hello Clara. Would you like to know what happened?” A voice says, coming through the speaker. “Yes, please,” I say, looking up to the speaker. “Who are you?” “You can’t know that just yet, but I will tell you what happened,” They say “you came to my house to eat scones, they were laced with concentrated morphine.” “Why are you telling me this?” I ask “Because you are going to die, Clara.”

In a stereotypical manner he looked out his window through a crack in the blinds, one hand on the hip, the other spreading the blinds a part. He called over his shoulder to his wife in the kitchen, “Dave’s at it again!”

Rolling her eyes she marched into the front room chastising him, “Would you just leave him alone, give him the privacy you would want!”

He didn’t even care to look back at her to give his response, “I know he’s up to something…and it can’t be good with how secretive he’s being about it…”

“You can’t be serious, go ahead and waste all the time you want!” she practically screamed at him as she threw her hands up in the air. His obsession was frustrating her more than it should. As she walked away she jabbed once more, “you look ridiculous Jeff, you look like the stereotypical dad right now.”

He didn’t break his stare once, didn’t even know if she was still in the room or not. He just kept watching. Fine if she didn’t care but someone should. It was his responsibility to watch out for the family anyways. You know, make sure they’re safe. Dave could bring all sorts of trouble to the neighborhood if he got involved with the wrong people.

For the past few months Jeff had noticed all sorts of weird things going on. Seemed like there was a different car each day. The people who were driving these cars looked shadier by the day. Dave was throwing a lot if garbage away. Was he dealing drugs? Selling stolen property? Jeff didn’t know but whatever he was doing it didn’t look good. He had brought it up with the HOA but they had said they couldn’t do anything about “speculation”. So he sat there watching waiting for some hard evidence.

Every single day, almost like clockwork, this lady would get up, groan and scream at whatever she felt like. Then, she would proceed to hit something, another scream followed, then silence for around half an hour. After silence she would start her motorcycle, drive off around 2am and return around 6 with a duffel bag. I had to live next to this woman. And I was beginning to think, she was up to no good. So, one morning I crawled out of bed. I had to see what this girl was doing! I put on clothes and snuck up over to her window, crawled up, and peered inside. She groaned, got out of bed, complained about her old husband (that was the ‘screaming at whatever she felt like), then she leaned down and pulled out a… well… I don’t really know, but she hit hit, screamed, then went back to bed. Exactly 1/2 an hour later, she got out of bed again and drove off in her motorcycle, with me in my car, following a decent distance behind her. She drove to the grocery store, and then came out with the duffel bag, and guess what it was full of. Tuna. Like, lady. I love tuna too, but what the hell. I’m still no closer to figuring out what the hell this woman does.

I, Bridget Hanson, just moved to the city of Tusla. Let me just say Wow not like Wichita at all. As I’m moving in I notice my neighbors peeping through their curtains. At first it was too alarming to me since I just moved here and they probably are curious. The next day I decide to bake them an apple pie to get acquainted. As I walk towards the house I notice a kid in the upper window. When I met them they invited me in. After I left the kid was still there however I met no kid. Not too mention they were old enough to be my grandparents but no judging here. My new job was going great. Everyone was so nice here. They asked me questions about where I lived and who’ve I met already. When I told them my neighbors name, there was silence. It was like I said a forbidden word. Then they left in a hurry now I was really curious. I looked up their names but nothing. No record no anything it’s like they didn’t exist. When I went back home. My neighbors were dragging something into their cellar. But nevermind I acted like I didn't see anything and began going in the house. It's 1am I can't sleep, then there is a knock. Who could it be? I thought to myself but as I put my robe on and look through the window. It was my neighbors huh I did not know the reason but I went to open the door. They told me one of their friends were missing and wanted to know if I've seen them. I said no and closed the door. It was mighty weird and they had blood all over their clothes. However since it was too early to recall Bridget went on her way to work. My neighbors that day invited me to their house, I politely declined but they insisted. I went in a sat down to have dinner with them. It was oddly silent and no one moved. Until someone from the basement came running out screaming bloody murder. This person was covered from head to toe in blood and what my neighbors did next was shocking. THEY KILLED HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I ran and I ran. I reached my home safely and locked every door. However I knew no one would believe me they would think I was crazy. The next day I went to work and confided in one of my co-workers but of course, they said I had nothing to prove it with. It was my word against theirs and I would absolutely sound crazy. This was definitely a different welcoming community and I wanted to leave.