This is my first poem I ever wrote. It tells a story of a man being haunted by his abusive wife’s ghost after murdering her at the night of their wedding day.

A gothic poem about a woman, whispers in the night, and one fateful night she finally figured out the truth.

It starts as a soft hum—barely audible, like someone breathing through a closed door. Then the strings creep in: slow, off-key, like they’re being played underwater. A piano follows, each note too perfect, too cold, like a machine imitating grief. Underneath it all, whispers—not words, just the shape of them. But the longer you listen, the more they sound like your name. Halfway through, the melody shifts key in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Like reality just bent. Then silence. But it never really stops. It stays with you—growing louder in the quiet, reshaping itself in your head. And soon… you’ll find yourself humming it.

This story is about someone who is moving into their new apartment and comes across something very disturbing.

This is a fake game of bugsnax that starts from a package to a Journey to stop what he started. An apocalyptic world of bugsnax.

this is a huge spoiler to bugsnax the game but it is a first person story from the journalist this is also bilingual

A poem about being in a relationship with someone who drains you like an emotional energy vampire feeling hopeless, feeling exhausted, feeling like a hollow corpse

This is a spooky short interlude chapter, perhaps foreshadowing? Or perchance a flashback? Up to reader's interpretation.

Some stories are meant to be read. Others....are meant to stay buried. In this chilling tale, a young women uncovers a book that doesn't just tell a story-it writes one. Page by page, word by word, her reality begins to twist into something unrecognizable. One warning echoes throughout: some books don't want to be closed. Turn the page-if you dare.

When Emily accepts a dare to spend five minutes inside the infamous 7th staff of her school's haunted girls' bathroom, she thinks it's just a harmless thrill. But what starts as a prank quickly turns into a nightmare as the door locks behind her, lights fail, and eerie whispers fill the air. Haunted by the ghost of a murdered cheerleader, Emily faces a chilling secret that refuses to stay buried-and a reflection that might not be her own. Will she escape, or become the next victim of the 7th stall?

Then, one morning, he found it. A single, perfect bloom had unfurled. It was a flower unlike any he had ever seen. Its petals were a deep, velvety black, edged with a shimmering silver that seemed to absorb the faint light. It exuded no fragrance, but held a strange, unsettling beauty.

The whisper slides through the walls, slipping beneath the door like curling fingers. It doesn’t sound human. Not quite. "Where are you?" The bed feels colder. The air heavier. The resident presses themselves against the mattress, muscles locked, refusing to move. If they don’t acknowledge it, maybe it won’t find them. But the voice doesn’t need an answer. It already knows. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. And then— "Found you."

Her phone rang with her own number flashing on the screen. When she answered, her voice whispered from the other end: “Don’t go near the mirror.”

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Her daughter received a music box from a distant relative. It only played at night—and never the same tune twice. One night, it played her name.

She was only supposed to drive ten minutes. But the road wouldn’t end. And the longer she drove, the louder the breathing got—from the backseat.

Kara and Lexi had a dinner date with Mark and Sher Tucker! What did Kara and Lexi have to share with Shayla's parents? Read to find out!

Shayla Tucker has changed for the absolute worst and people have noticed! The only two to share their concerns with Mark and Sher were Shayla's best friends.

The first fourteen years of Shayla Tucker's life was picture perfect. She was nothing like any other child. Her parents were proud of Shayla's high moral conduct and kind, compassionate soul. What happened at age fifteen? How did her entire world come crashing down?

Mark Tucker and Sher Dailey met their first year of college at a party. They dated throughout college, and married after Sher finished law school. Having a child wasn't easy for them, but they were eventually blessed with a daughter.