A figure emerged from the darkness at the end of the hall. It was walking on all fours, its limbs bent at impossible, jagged angles. It had the dark, shadowy silhouette of his dog, but as it stepped into the pale moonlight, Liam saw its face. It was his own face, distorted and grinning, staring back at him.

For a terrifying half-second, the mirror version of Liam remained perfectly still, eyes wide and hollow, staring back with a malicious, crooked grin. He bolted out of the bathroom and raced downstairs. As he passed the living room window, he froze. Outside, standing directly under the flickering streetlamp, were dozens of figures.

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound was heavy and hollow, echoing from the front door downstairs. Liam held his breath, pressing his ear against the cold wood. No verbal reply came. Instead, a frantic scratching sound began at the bottom of the door, like fingernails desperately clawing at the wood grain.

The neighbor did not wave back. Instead, he slowly raised a single finger to his lips, making a sharp, deliberate hushing motion before turning and retreating inside. 'Strange guy,' Liam muttered. He walked inside the house, dead silent, rhythmic ticking of an old grandfather clock left behind by the previous owners.

The conclusion to The Smart-Home Haunting. My app claimed two heartbeats were in the bedroom. Then the AI speaker whispered: "The front door is unlocked... because I already let him in." This note is for subscribers only.

I bought a smart-home AI assistant to keep me safe. But at 3:14 AM, its synthetic voice whispered into the dark, telling me my front door was unlocked. When I checked my app, the door was locked from the inside... but the sensor detected a second heartbeat in my bedroom.

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This story is about two young lovers but..were they ever really lovers..? Read more and find out more about their intriguing relationship!

See if you can figure out whom this is written about. More poems like this will be uploaded soon. So, enjoy. Mind you, this is just a poem. Poetic license is heavy at work here.

This is a Poem of Longing to find the one the Soul has always been looking for. with enough determination, persistence and faith, the soul's match will come to light!

Excerpt from My Notes Ivan the Terrible, whose real name was Ivan IV, became the first Tsar of Russia in 1547. He expanded Russian territory and strengthened the government. However, after the death of his wife, he became increasingly suspicious and harsh toward those around him. He created the Oprichniki, a group that helped him punish people he believed were enemies. One of the most tragic events of his life was accidentally causing the death of his son during an argument. Ivan died in 1584 and is remembered as both a powerful ruler and a feared leader.

This is a poem i just wrote before i posted it here on this site. Its just something small but its a part of the hope i still hold on to. Even in the worst of times we find faith.

This is a poem of a cosmic order and it has all the heart i could put into it. It was one of the poems i wrote recently. I do hope you enjoy it.

While looking through an old photo album, Lady the ladybug remembers how she first became friends with the Blue Beetle. At first, she wasn't sure they had much in common because Beetle was quiet and didn't share many of her favorite hobbies. Lady learns a valuable lesson about friendship from Blue Beetle.

Lady the ladybug is stuck at home with a terrible cold and feels too sick to clean, cook, or take care of herself. When her friends Beetle and the energetic dust mite Dusty come to visit, Lady is initially annoyed by the interruption. However, while Dusty keeps her company, Beetle quietly cleans her house, prepares meals, and helps her recover. By the end of the day, Lady realizes how much their kindness means and learns that good friends can make even the hardest days a little brighter.

This is about SCP-093 and the mystery it holds. SCP-093 is a red disc. A weird red disc Foundation personnel can say at the least.

Everyone has a story. Mine starts with a small group of friends, a broken heart I never saw coming, and a version of myself I barely recognize anymore.

Maybe a love poem with part of my heart within it. All my thoughts from a hopeful view put into words. Words that add up to "i love you!!"

A bit somber and maybe a bit sad but an expression of my heart and how i have felt but also with some light.

This is a short story about a Wee Girl named Clover and her first day at school. It is one of the first short stories i wrote.