Lena laughed nervously, glancing around the spacious new apartment that she and her boyfriend, Josh, had just moved into. The exposed brick walls and modern fixtures were a dream come true, but ever since they signed the lease, Lena had felt… unsettled. “It’s not haunted, …
Sam lost all sense of time in the twisted version of Heaven. The once comforting notion of eternity now felt like a curse that tightened around him with every passing moment. Each day, or perhaps night—he couldn’t tell anymore—he wandered the desolate landscape, haunted by …
It all started when Sam Harper died. He had lived a fairly normal life—nothing extraordinary, just a good man who paid his taxes, waved at his neighbors, and attended church on Sundays. When the time came, the doctors couldn’t save him, and he slipped away …
Weeks passed, but the memory of that night clung to me like a shadow. The creature was gone, but the sense of dread never truly left. I had burned the necklace, yes, but something still felt… wrong. The whispers in the house had stopped, and …
It was a stormy night, the kind where the wind howls through the trees and rattles the windows as if some unseen force wanted to break in. I was pacing through the dimly lit living room, my hands clenched into fists, unable to shake the …
I sat there in the darkness, my heart pounding, the sound of his final breath still echoing in my ears. I didn’t need to look to know what I would find. His body was slumped beside me, cold and lifeless. The curse had claimed him, …
Today is my birthday, and the father of my child is going to die. Just like all of the others. The sun had barely risen when I awoke, my breath heavy, my skin damp with sweat. It wasn’t the excitement of the day—after all, birthdays …
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The empty chair, the shattered teacup, and the eerie silence that followed—it all felt too real. For days, I wandered through the house, hoping to find some explanation, some trace of her, but the place …
It was a night like any other, or so I thought. The clock had just struck 11:30 PM, and I was in the kitchen brewing my wife her final cup of tea for the night. She always had a cup before bed—something that had become …
I struggled to pull away, my heart pounding in my chest. Whatever had grabbed me, I couldn’t see it—but I could feel its icy grip tightening around my arm. The room felt like it was closing in, the walls bending and warping as though they …