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 …
On a rainy October night, four friends—Emma, Jake, Sarah, and Leo—gathered in an old, abandoned mansion that sat on the outskirts of town. They weren’t looking for trouble, just a little thrill. The legend of the mansion had always intrigued them. People said it was …
The next day, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. The garden party, the strange guests, and the host’s chilling words haunted me. Every sound felt too loud, every shadow too dark, and the world around me felt… unreal. I checked my phone for the …
I took a job working at a garden party, thinking it would be an easy way to make some quick cash. I imagined setting up decorations, pouring champagne, and maybe tidying up afterward. It sounded perfect—who wouldn’t want to work in a beautiful garden under …
The next few days were a blur of paranoia and silence. Jake hardly spoke to me, and when he did, his words were clipped, his eyes hollow. I couldn’t shake the sense that something darker was brewing inside him. One night, I woke to the …
It was a night like any other, or so I thought. Rain tapped softly against the windows of our apartment, the low hum of the city barely audible beneath the storm. My partner, Jake, was sitting on the couch, staring out into the rain with …