April 6, 2025
Maggie had never been a fan of mirrors. As a child, she would always cover them before going to bed, convinced that something was lurking on the other side, waiting for the right moment to show itself. She’d grown out Read more…
Diane had always been skeptical of old houses, but when she found the charming cottage for rent in the small town of Elmwood, she couldn’t resist. The house was perfect—a little creaky, but quaint. The landlord, an elderly man, assured Read more…
Grace had always hated the dark. Even as a child, she would sleep with a nightlight, the soft glow offering her a sense of safety. Now an adult, she thought she had outgrown her fear. But in this new apartment, Read more…
Clara had just moved into the old house on Elm Street. It was cheaper than most places she had looked at, and she figured the history of the house didn’t matter as long as it suited her needs. It was Read more…
It had been a long week for Sarah. Work had been grueling, and she was ready for a quiet weekend to unwind. So when she found the old, rundown cabin for rent by the lake, it seemed like the perfect Read more…
Ella had always been an early riser, even when the world around her was still wrapped in darkness. On this particular morning, she had an early flight to catch, so she dragged herself out of bed at 3:30 a.m. The Read more…
Lena was running late, as usual. She rushed out of her apartment, keys in hand, and headed for the elevator. As the door closed, she glanced at the clock in the lobby—7:59 p.m. But when the elevator reached the ground Read more…
Maya had always been drawn to old houses. The creaking floors, the hidden corners, the stories they whispered in the silence of the night. So when she stumbled upon a small cottage on the edge of town, she couldn’t resist. Read more…
Lena’s phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a number she didn’t recognize. She had been working late again, trying to finish up a report that her boss had requested last minute. “Probably a wrong number,” she muttered, reaching for Read more…
It was a quiet Tuesday night when the knocking started. Soft at first. Like a tapping on the door. Mira glanced at the clock. 2:23 a.m. “Who could that be?” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. She had just gotten to Read more…