It's Too Late

By Brian Woods

It’s too late contains two scary short stories The Neighbors and The Job. In the Neighbors a family learns not to judge a book by its cover. In the job, we learn that crime does not pay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brian Woods
• Release date: Oct 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370712106

Brian Woods

My name is Brian Woods, a product of the 80’s and father of two crazy girls. When I’m not working at my day job or randomly surfing the web, I’m usually reading a book at home. Recently, I have stopped reading as much and have started writing short stories. I enjoy writing about anything and I’m very excited to hear what you think. Thanks for stopping by!

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It’s Too Late

Brian Woods

Copyright 2016 Brian Woods

The Neighbors

My dad was good friends with the family right next door, but the breadwinner was offered a posh new job in upstate NY.

Dammit, Richard. So, you're leaving us? Who's gonna host the 4th of July barbecue now?

He was upset, but my mom said he got over it quickly. Three weekends later, the Snyders' house was put up for sale and they were long gone. My mom didn't get along with the wife so she was excited to see who would move in next door to them, but that excitement was short lived.

There was something off-putting about them.

That was my mom's reaction the first time she saw the new neighbors.

They were constantly smiling. I mean 24/7 the smiles never left their faces and they were whiter than bed sheets. Like, they never went outside or something.

My dad chimed in. Yea, and your mother wasn't being overly judgmental either. They just looked...different. That's the only way I can describe it to you.

They didn't just write them off though. My parents aren't like that. After they were situated in their new home my mom baked them cookies and they both went over to introduce themselves. The new neighbors answered the door shoulder to shoulder, the thin-lipped smiles still plastered on their pale faces. My dad said they looked exhausted, but the grins still stayed.

Hey, how are ya? We live right next door. We thought we would introduce ourselves and welcome you to the neighborhood.

"Thank you. Please come inside sir and ma'am. We like you and you are welcome here always."

My parents stayed for about an hour and during that time barely any words were exchanged. They both tried asking questions about their careers, previous locations, etc., but the only things they said were very short and vague. The questions were never reciprocated and they sat on their couch shoulder to shoulder the entire time, even when my parents left their house.

"We sort of