‘The night was still, almost too still. The air felt thick, as if it held secrets too heavy to release. James sat by the flickering fireplace, the light casting uneasy shadows against the walls of his living room. His fingers traced the worn edges of …
The shadow had been following me ever since that night, lurking just at the edge of my existence, waiting for my next brush with death. I began to feel its presence long before danger appeared, like a cold breath on the back of my neck …
It started the night my car spun off the road. The rain had come down like a hammer, blurring my vision as I drove too fast through the backroads. The last thing I remember before blacking out was the flash of headlights, the screech of …
My husband, David, had always wanted to adopt a child. His longing to complete our family with a child was strong, but I had my doubts. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be a mother—I did. But something about adoption made me uneasy. I …
It started the day I turned 18. A seemingly normal birthday—cake, a few friends, and my mom’s signature “you’re not a kid anymore” speech. But something strange happened that night. As I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, wiping off the makeup from the …
Trapped in the glass, I could feel her freedom—my freedom. She moved through the world, slipping seamlessly into my life as if she had always been there. My family, my friends, they didn’t notice the difference. Not a single glance, not a moment of hesitation. …
After I ended things with Lily, I thought I’d left everything behind—the strange whispers, the chilling stares, the unnerving feeling that Emily was always watching. I even moved to a new apartment on the other side of town, hoping distance would make me feel safe …
When I first met Lily, I thought she was perfect—beautiful, smart, and incredibly kind. We clicked instantly. But what she didn’t tell me—at least not right away—was that she had a sister, Emily, who was… different. The first time I went to Lily’s house, I …
Sarah’s chest tightened as she stared at the framed photo in the corner, Jack’s darkened eyes burning into her. The air in the room felt heavier now, pressing down on her shoulders. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from that twisted image of her son—her …
The fog rolled in thick that night, swirling around the house like a living thing, pressing against the windows as if trying to find a way in. Sarah stood in the kitchen, staring blankly at the photo album in front of her. The pages were …