It was a quiet evening, the kind of stillness that presses against your skin and makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. I was home alone, sipping tea, lost in the pages of an old novel. The house was peaceful, every …
After the man disappeared, things became worse. The plants grew restless, their whispers turning into demands, louder and more insistent. They were no longer satisfied with animals, no longer satisfied with one person. They wanted more. I couldn’t sleep; I couldn’t think. Every rustle of …
It all started with the roses. Blood-red, with petals soft as silk, they grew larger and more fragrant than anything anyone had ever seen. Neighbors walking past my little garden would stop, marvel, and inevitably ask the same question: “How do you do it?” At …
It started with a strange phone call, one that everyone in the small town of Darville received at exactly midnight. The voice on the other end was static-laced, garbled, and yet the message was unmistakable: “You have 340 words left to live.” No one understood …
I woke up, gasping for air. Something was off—everything was off. My bed felt different, softer somehow, and the air in the room was thick, almost suffocating. The familiar hum of the city was gone, replaced by an unsettling silence. I reached for my phone, …
Once upon a time, in a quiet little town nestled at the edge of a dense forest, stood an abandoned castle. It was ancient, with crumbling towers and ivy crawling up the weathered stone walls. Most people avoided it, but I had always been curious. …
It was a cold autumn night, the kind that crept under your skin and whispered uneasy thoughts. Sarah was alone in her new house, an old Victorian manor at the edge of a forgotten town. She had always loved history, and the charm of the …
Karen’s world fell into a suffocating silence. The darkness swallowed her whole, and for what felt like an eternity, there was nothing but the cold void. But then, she opened her eyes. She was back in her room—at least, it looked like her room. The …
The night was thick with shadows, the kind that clung to the walls, swallowing every corner of the room. Karen tossed and turned in her bed, unable to shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Her eyes flicked to the clock on the bedside …
I love my wife. She’s beautiful, graceful, and every smile she gives me lights up my world. But lately, something’s been gnawing at the back of my mind, something unsettling. It’s strange because I can’t quite put my finger on it… Why did I marry …