TALES
- The Radio at 2:13 AM - Marcus loved repairing old electronics, so when he found a vintage radio at a garage sale, he grabbed it. The […]
- The Portrait That Smiles Back - Lena found the old portrait in an antique store, covered in dust. It showed a Victorian girl sitting stiffly, her […]
- The Door in the Field - Evan had driven past that empty field his whole life, but today something was different. A door stood upright in […]
- The Reflection That Wasn’t Mine - Evan always avoided mirrors at night. He got the feeling his reflection took a heartbeat too long to follow his […]
- The Last Patient on Floor 7 - Mara was the night nurse for St. Helier Hospital, a crumbling building scheduled for demolition. Only one wing was still […]
- The House That Remembers - The realtor warned Emma the old farmhouse had “a strong personality,” but she took the deal anyway. She needed a […]
- Static in the Baby Monitor - Emma’s daughter was only six months old when the strange sounds began. At first it was faint static—soft, popping whispers […]
- Her Shadow Stayed Behind - Mia was the last one to leave the office again, dragging herself toward the lobby’s glass doors. That’s when she […]
- The Door That Returned - When the Bennets renovated their century-old farmhouse, the cellar door was the first thing they ripped out. The wood was […]
- The Clock That Wouldn’t Stop - When Rebecca found the old brass clock at a yard sale, it didn’t tick until she brought it home. No […]
- The Faces in the Fog - Dylan had driven that road a hundred times before—same twisting turns, same endless fog that clung to the windshield. But […]
- The Whisper Under the Bed - Every night, Maddie’s mom would lean over her bed, kiss her forehead, and whisper softly, “Goodnight, baby.” It was comforting—ritual, […]
- The Basement Door - When I moved into this house, the landlord had one rule: never open the basement door. He said it was […]
- The Photographs - In the attic of our new house, I found a disposable camera. The film was full, so I had it […]
- The Old Baby Monitor - We found the baby monitor while packing up my daughter’s things for college — a cheap plastic set we hadn’t […]
- The Missing Reflection - It started subtly. I was brushing my teeth one night and noticed my reflection lagged behind, only by a fraction […]
- The Voice in the Static - Every night, my old radio turns itself on at exactly 3:07 a.m. It doesn’t play music, just soft static — […]
- Don’t Answer the Knock at 3:07 AM - It’s a local superstition: if someone knocks three times at 3:07 a.m., don’t answer. Last night, I heard it — […]
- My Daughter’s Imaginary Friend Knows Too Much - It started innocent. My daughter would laugh in her room, whispering to someone she called “Mr. Hollow.” When I asked, […]
- The Mirror that Remembers Faces - I bought the antique mirror from an estate sale. Dust clouded its surface, but the moment I wiped it clean, […]