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 t...

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...

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...

“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...

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...

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...

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 ...

When Clara relocated to the picturesque town of Willow Creek, she anticipated a serene life away from the chaos of the city. The tranquil streets and friendly faces were a welcome change. However, she hadn't expected the quiet to be shattered by a growing sense of unease about her new neighbor, Mr. Jasper Thornfield.

Jasper was polite and well-spoken, with a disarming smile that endeared him to t...

When paranoia strikes there is little chance of convincing your brain to not see every trivial event as evidence to prove what it feels to be true. The comings and goings at odd hours of the day, the whispering tones whenever another is just an ear shot away, the faint whiffs of things that one cannot place drifting from the front door step…

They seemed quite normal when we moved in eight months...