thriller
Behind the Sheet
We moved into the house in late fall, the kind of season where daylight fades before you feel ready. The nice elderly landlord walked us room to room with a natural smile, pointing out upgrades and fresh paint and how the furnace had been recently serviced. He kept talking, but every time we reached the hallway, he angled his body away from the last opening at the far end. He never looked at it directly. He never mentioned it.
By Joey Rainesabout a year ago in Fiction
UPDATE: The hotel laundry that runs itself after midnight
Hey everyone, It’s been about a week since my last post. I honestly didn’t plan on updating — I thought maybe I’d just scared myself too much, or imagined half of it. But things have gotten worse. Way worse.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
[FOUND FOOTAGE UPDATE] About that hotel laundry post… the one that ran itself after midnight
Hey, I didn’t think I’d ever post here, but this feels important. I work at the same [REDACTED] Inn the last guy posted about — the one with the laundry that supposedly “runs itself after midnight.”
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
Behind the Sea Green Door. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
From the outside, it was just your run-of-the-mill garden shed. One of those metal sheds that becomes sweltering and almost unbearable on a summer’s day. It was a little rusted around the edges and worn with age. Where the paint had survived the elements, it was a beautiful sea green that matched the colour of the winter grass after the rain.
By Sandy Gillmanabout a year ago in Fiction
That Unfettered Desire
My evening started when an axe swung down on me. The axe had almost taken my face, half my skull, and certainly my brain with it. It had been wielded by no hands that were human. A learned man might say it was perhaps gravity that beset that axe upon me. To which I would ask: how has gravity moved the hatchet that I used to chop firewood this morning above the door outside my parlor? My explanation is backed up by months of observation. You see, when I moved into this mansion three months ago, many a selcouth occurrence had befallen me.
By Callum Summersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gallery’s Secret. AI-Generated.
The mansion stood at the edge of the world—or at least that’s what Elias liked to say. Once a grand estate, now only the wind knew its name. The roof had caved in like a sigh, vines grew through the cracked marble floors, and every step echoed as if the house itself were breathing.
By Ghanni malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hunger Stone
It was the worst drought that we had known in living memory. Da’s harvest was dead on the stalk, and he’d harvested it early solely for what little fodder he could salvage. Our village wasn’t rich enough for cows, but everyone was eyeing the goats. If any showed signs of sickness, they were immediately slaughtered and eaten.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
