Mystery

The Hollow Box (Part-8)
Episode 8: “Bloodlines” Rain fell over Arundel as if the city itself wept. At home, Lara and Lana returned with Iris, whose head still spun with visions. She was set down on the attic floor — the one space that had never been touched since their mother died.
By StoryTime2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow in Room 413
The rain pounded on the cracked pavement as Arman hurried toward the only building still lit on the deserted street — The Silver Nest Hotel.
By Syed Sarafat2 years ago in Fiction
The Hollow Box (Part-7)
Episode 7: “The Things Beneath” The sisters took Iris to the one place no one would think to look — the old greenhouse behind the Arundel Cemetery. It had belonged to their grandmother, abandoned for years but still standing. Vines covered the roof, moonlight slipped through cracked glass, and the air smelled like forgotten soil. They huddled there, wrapping Iris in a blanket and lighting a few candles. Lara sat across from her. “Start from the beginning.” Iris looked down, as if searching for pieces inside her.
By StoryTime2 years ago in Fiction
🕯 Echoes in the Static
Karen always felt that something was wrong with the radio. She picked it up accidentally at a flea market. The appearance was shabby, the silver shell was rusted, and the knob was loose,
By Lucian2 years ago in Fiction
🌫 Silent Crossing
From the moment you got off the bus, you felt something was wrong. The air was filled with thick fog, damp and cold like an invisible hand, slowly grabbing your neck.
By Lucian2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of Yesterday, the Train That Took Me Home
Emma's heels clicked against the cracked floor of the abandoned station, each echo swallowed by the heavy, unnatural fog. The timetable above flickered once before going dark — all trains canceled, except one.
By Syed Sarafat2 years ago in Fiction
🥀 The Last Light
The house has been vacant for a long time. The neighbors said it was haunted. You never believed it. You came to look for your sister, who disappeared in this town three months ago. The police found nothing, the search team gave up, and even her friends stopped talking about her.
By Lucian2 years ago in Fiction
Locals Speak of a Man Who Claimed He Traveled Through Time After a Strange Encounter Near Area 51 in the '70s
They say it was the summer of '78, maybe '79. Time blurs out there, past the Nevada line where the desert swallows the road and spits out silence. There's no real town, just a scatter of trailers and a diner clinging to life under a crooked sign that flickers more than it shines. People don't pass through—they vanish, or they don’t come at all. Folks who stay, they like it that way. They don’t talk much. Don’t ask, don’t tell. Except for Ed.
By Rusty Chronicles2 years ago in Fiction
Unique Condition
Unique condition There lived a landlord in a village. The landlords name was Sujan Singh. A landlord named Tajbar Singh lived far away from Sujan Singhs village. Sujan Singh and Tajbar Singh were close friends. Tajbar Singh had a son. His name was Sudeep. The day Sudeep was born, Sujan Singh came to see Sudeep. Seeing Sudeep, Sujan Singh said to Tajbar Singh Friend If a girl is born in my house, I will give my daughter for your son. After some time, a daughter was born in Sujan Singhs house. He named the daughter Kabootri.
By Nikita Angel2 years ago in Fiction
Apple’s 20th Anniversary iPhone Redesign May Be Pretty Expensive – Here’s Why. AI-Generated.
As Apple approaches the 20th anniversary of the iPhone in 2027, rumors are swirling about a major redesign that could redefine the smartphone experience. However, industry insiders and analysts suggest that this anniversary model may come with a hefty price tag—potentially making it one of the most expensive iPhones ever.
By IFTYKHER AHMED2 years ago in Fiction
The Man Beneath the Streetlights
Chapter 1: Shadows on the Walk Home I always took the same route home after my late shifts at the diner—down Maple Street, past the boarded-up library, across the abandoned lot, and through the quiet stretch where the streetlights stood like weary sentinels.
By Lucian2 years ago in Fiction
In the Shed
Would you live here even if it is a shed? Who could and would have lived here? This is a little old brown shed that could have been the home of a writer artist who really liked their solitude to perfect their craft. If it was possible to be a perfect writer. One that could have been a poet but wanted to write fiction or maybe become an artist of some kind to go along with their writing.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction