Mystery

The Static Hour #3
The pharmacy was closed for the night. His mother was busy in the kitchen, and the shop lights were dim, leaving a faint, lingering scent of medicinal herbs on the counter.
By Water&Well&Page11 months ago in Fiction
The Secret in the Coffee Shop
Before the city had fully woken up, Laylo opened the door of the small coffee shop. The air was cold, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the streets as people slowly began to emerge. At that moment, a stranger walked in, with an unusual seriousness in his eyes. Laylo noticed the gaze and felt something shift inside – it was supposed to be the start of an ordinary day, but now everything had changed.
By BOBUR11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Door in the Dark Hallway
There was a hallway in the old ancestral house where I grew up, a narrow corridor that always felt colder than the rest of the building. Even as a child, I sensed something uneasy about it, though no one ever warned me away from it. I would pass by with a book or a cup of tea, distracted by life, yet my eyes always wandered to the very end of that dimly lit passage. There, half lost in shadow, stood a door that looked as though it belonged to another century. Dust coated it so thickly that it seemed carved from the wall itself.
By Anas Khan11 months ago in Fiction
The Crimson Frequency
The rain in Hollow Creek didn't wash things clean; it only seemed to press the grime deeper into the pavement, sealing the town’s secrets under a slick, reflective varnish. Detective Elias Thorne watched the rhythmic sweep of his windshield wipers, the rubber blades groaning against the glass like a dying breath. He had been driving for six hours, leaving the cacophony of the city behind for this forgotten stretch of the Pacific Northwest, a place where the towering pines grew so thick they choked out the daylight long before sunset. The case file on the passenger seat was thin—painfully thin given the severity of the crime—but the photographs spilled halfway out, revealing glimpses of a nightmare that shouldn't exist outside of Victorian horror literature or dark web conspiracy forums.
By Wellova 11 months ago in Fiction
Edit Your Perfect Future Baby?
Date: 17th December 2075 Imagine stepping into a future where creating a child feels less like biology and more like art. A world where parenthood begins not with uncertainty, but with possibility. Where a couple doesn’t just hope their child gets the “good genes”… they choose them.
By Sakuni Bandara11 months ago in Fiction
A Night at the Haunted House
It was a crisp winter night. The full moon hung bright in the sky with a hazy glow around it, casting an eerie light over the dark neighbourhood. Luca, Lucia, Alis, Kile, and I, Helen, stood on the street in front of the gate in the waist-high stone wall leading up the path to the worn-down house that everyone said was abandoned and haunted. It was the infamous haunted house, known for its chilling tales and ghostly sightings, things moving without reason and lights going on and off with no one in the room.
By Hermione11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Light in Room 217
I wasn’t supposed to notice the light in Room 217. The hallway of the old boarding house was usually a tunnel of darkness after midnight, lit only by a dying bulb that buzzed like an insect trapped behind glass. I’d lived there for eight months—long enough to memorize the limits of its shadows, the way the wallpaper peeled in places like tired skin, and the sighs the wooden floorboards made under my steps.
By tosarkastikomouegw 11 months ago in Fiction
Can I Get You Another?
“Can I get you another?” In a dimly lit bar, where the air seems to sit still, and the wood seems to carry the invisible stains of thousands of years of service, a man of 58 years, wearing a suit and tie, sits with an empty glass in front of him. He lifts the glass, curious, then sets it back down. The noise of a door opening at the front of the bar is heard, but when the man wheels around he sees the large wooden door at the entrance closed tight. A faint laughter drifts overhead. He looks behind him but finds only a line of empty booths. The stools beside him are empty as well. He tilts his head back towards the ceiling and can barely make out the light fixtures, as though they’re hidden behind a layer of fog. A wave of uneasiness flows over the lone man at the bar. But he’s not alone, is he? “Didn’t I just hear someone”, he thinks.
By Tyler Tomson11 months ago in Fiction
The Attic’s Silent Guardian. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When we moved into the old farmhouse on the outskirts of Abbott Valley, I expected creaky floors, strange drafts, and maybe the occasional mouse. What I didn’t expect was the feeling of being watched—not in a frightening way, but in a way that resembled someone keeping an eye out for us. Protecting us.
By Mohammad umar11 months ago in Fiction
SEASON 8 - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 15 The silence was a palpable thing, a heavy blanket that settled over the entire coast. Aris and his team stood in the now-calm lantern room, a profound sense of exhaustion washing over them. The Keeper was gone. The drowned were gone. The mournful lament was gone.
By Tales That Breathe at Night11 months ago in Fiction
The Law of Inertia: A strange pull
He stared into the distance, drawing in each breath of oxygen with his chest. It felt as though there was not enough air — not only in his lungs, but in his life itself. For a long time now, he had been searching for the meaning of why he should continue working at the publishing house at all. Every day brought the same monotonous articles about fleeting celebrity scandals, containing nothing new except photographs of movie stars captured in ever more revealing angles of their moral downfall.
By Anhelina Vasylieva11 months ago in Fiction
Secret Seeds Never Planted. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
⚡DAYS 1-3 Procrastination, procrastination, procrastination. ⚡DAY 4 I dreaded it. I had no desire to face my family history.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡11 months ago in Fiction