Horror
We Don't Talk to Edith Thompson Part 8. Content Warning.
Ch 8: Final Confrontation October 31st, 2025- 11:27 AM Somehow, we all avoided Edith. Either that, or she purposely allowed us to reach the woods to lay the groundwork. For what exactly? Well, for the end of everything, of course! I mention this not to seem excited; it was more like out of abject terror and dread.
By Rain Dayzeabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
The Hotel That Never Opens
Chapter One – The Hotel on Blackwood Road Nobody in Blackwood spoke about the hotel. It stood at the end of an old road, surrounded by dead trees and covered in ivy. Its windows were always dark, its entrance hidden behind enormous iron gates.
By Silvia Felacoa day ago in Fiction
The Cemetery of Forgotten Names
Chapter One – The Invitation The rain had been falling for three days when Eleanor received the letter. It arrived on a Thursday morning, slipped beneath the front door of her small apartment. There was no stamp, no return address, and no name written on the envelope.
By Silvia Felacoa day ago in Fiction
We Don't Talk to Edith Thompson Part 7. Content Warning.
Ch 7: The Ritual October 31st, 2025- 10:17 AM I felt frozen, completely taken aback by what Rachel told me. My necklace, an heirloom handed down through Dad's side, would save our lives? How? Why? And what did it have to do with me?
By Rain Dayze2 days ago in Fiction
A Quiet Place: Tariq Speaks
Tariq, Joe and Ashley just clocked in to work and are reeling over the news headlines they heard before coming in to work. “Ayyyeee. Did y’all hear the news report about them aliens like the ones from the movie A Quiet Place being real?” Tariq asked in a very low tone. “Those can’t see, but can hear real good bitches?” Ashley replied jokingly. “Yeah, but ain’t nobody scared of them bitch ass aliens but you males, because men are bitches.” She continued.
By Joe Patterson3 days ago in Fiction
Missing Persons. Content Warning.
Whitney dropped to her knees as another bolt of lightning struck the mountain. The thunder came, and the narrow ridge ahead disappeared in white light. She pressed her palms against the rock, afraid to move. There was nothing on either side of her but a drop straight down, and the wind kept pushing at her back. She watched herself crawl toward the edge, watched one hand reach over and feel for something to hold on to. She wondered what would happen if she jumped. The thought was hers, but the version of herself on the ridge was only concerned with getting across.
By Fatal Serendipity3 days ago in Fiction
Kermit the Hermit
Kermit the Green-Skinned Hermit was...solitary. He had lived for decades in a forest-consumed cottage, a dense canopy of leaves concealing it. His isolation was his gem; nature was his comfort. Moss crept along it like a spreading virus, and his green complexion synced in eerie tandem. A familiar chorus of crickets and rustling leaves filled the air.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 days ago in Fiction
