Mystery
The Forgetting Room. AI-Generated.
Dr. Sarah Chen stood in the doorway of Room 447, her hand trembling on the cold metal handle. The hospital corridor stretched behind her, fluorescent lights humming their eternal song. She'd been avoiding this room for three weeks, ever since the accident that had stolen eighteen months of her memory.
By Alpha Cortex8 months ago in Fiction
The Mundane Murders
It was a small town in Massachuttes, named Seaside, where the waves broke on the shores of this coastal town which was nestled between two larger cities. It seemed quiet for the most part, but there was darkness looming in the salty air, of this otherwise righteous town.
By Susan Payton8 months ago in Fiction
Dead Ringers; Chapter 19
The nurse nodded, "Alright, I'll let her know." She turns and walks down the hall. "That doesn't look like a call." Miles barely spares me a glance as he pulls out his phone. "Wasn't about to say what I was really planning to do. Your friend already thinks he's crazy. Didn't think he would appreciate me saying what was on my mind."
By Katarzyna Crevan8 months ago in Fiction
A House with Good Bones
The house was the strangest thing I had ever seen. The 'for sale' sign had come loose and hung lopsided, waving slightly in the wind. How unusual that the agent had never bothered to mention this lovely place, or make it a priority. As we drove by, she casually alluded to it, noting that it was on the bottom of her list, trying hard to pass it off as a joke, but not succeeding.
By Novel Allen8 months ago in Fiction
Nothing in Stock
The automatic doors sighed open like they were tired of pretending. A burst of refrigerated air hit my face—cold enough to promise milk, to swear on the gospel of dairy—but the first thing I saw was a tower of cartons labeled WHOLE, stacked in perfect family rows, each one feather-light. A woman in a beige coat lifted one, gave it a little shake, and smiled.
By Flower InBloom8 months ago in Fiction
THE EXTRA CHAIR
The first time the chair appeared, it was already set for dinner. Marianne noticed it when she brought the pot roast to the table. There were five place settings instead of four. Five forks aligned like silver ribs. Five water glasses catching the yellow light.
By Ajan Lori A. 8 months ago in Fiction
The Hands That Rocked The Baby Killed Its Daddy
The Hands That Rocked The Baby Killed Its Daddy They said she was gentle. They said she had the softest voice in the ward, the kind that could calm a fevered child with a single hush. They said she was patient. Devoted. Harmless. They never listened closely enough.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction
THE QUIET RULE
(A family keeps one simple rule: never go into the basement after 9 p.m. But when something begins knocking from below - patient, deliberate, and alive - the real horror isn’t what’s waiting in the dark… it’s that everyone else has already accepted it.)
By Ajan Lori A. 8 months ago in Fiction
