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Whispers Beyond the Veil
Whispers Beyond the Veil Once, in the quiet town of Ravenswood, lived a curious boy named Oliver. Despite the idyllic charm of his surroundings, Oliver always felt a strange pull towards the mysterious woods that bordered the town. One fateful night, the moon shrouded in an eerie glow, Oliver decided to venture into the forbidden forest, driven by an inexplicable force that beckoned him.
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They all go back to where they belong
My colleague and dear friend Collins Bentley was the best of us. Our story together started in those terrible trenches of the Great War, we were both Cambridge undergraduates, me in my second year of a Chemistry degree, he was a third year physicist though in the trenches we were just Privates Bentley and Liddle. I chose not to reminisce about that place and that time. Collins did too and when we returned to our studies in 1918 the cold and wet horrors of Passchendaele were avoided at all costs. Indeed it wasn’t until many years later that the subject came up and in very different circumstances. He progressed towards his inevitable PhD and I too followed suit but in all honesty in a far less likely manner. Nonetheless he, the high flying physicist with his great theories on electricity and as he frequently reminded me, me with my test tubes and stirrers made our way from those grief laden swamps to a peaceful academic existence. To be honest it suited Collins far more and he began making his moves through the faculty while I swiftly moved into the private sector. The influx of American money opened many doors for an aspiring young chemist and by the time I had finished my Doctorate I also had a fiancée to consider and when a fledgling petrochemical company contacted my old tutor looking to build a team in England I had my start. Thankfully it was not too far from Cambridge and I was both able to keep my home, stay close to my darling fiancée and regularly meet up with Collins for a quiet pint.
This is a fictional story about this particular urban legend. Fun Fact: The Insidious movie series often depicts Astral Projection.
Nightfox Reports: A Train to Nowhere
This is a hasty report because this shit just happened. Sometimes I do not even need the internet to stumble onto a weird, horrific event. Sometimes just trying to get home from somewhere I run over a mystery. Tonight I was in Downtown Los Angeles picking up some strictly medicinal herbs for my special brownie recipe from a reliable supplier, and testing some samples of other products he had. (We got baked!). Afterwards I had to take the subway to get back to the Valley so I skated over to Union Station, the hub of all the trains and buses in the Los Angeles area to catch the Red Line to NoHo. Personally, I have no idea why they call North Hollywood “NoHo” when there are tons of Hoes there. (Cue rim shot!) Whatever, I needed to get back to my kip in North Hills to start baking my goodies.
The Boy in the Woods
Once upon a time, there were four best friends: Surya, Vicky, Naveen, and Karthi. They were all super close and loved going on adventures together. One day, they decided to plan a special picnic to a beautiful waterfall in a nearby forest to celebrate Karthi's birthday.
Shadows of Miners Mountain
In the quiet of the evening, under a sky draped in the velvet of night, the small town of Miners Mountain was about to unravel a mystery that had been lurking in its shadows for years. Officer Jeffrey, a man who wore his badge not just as a symbol of authority but as a testament to his dedication, found himself at the doorstep of an unsettling enigma.
The Unseen Roommate
In the heart of a bustling town, where the cacophony of daily life blended seamlessly with the whispers of the past, Neha’s journey began. It was an ordinary morning filled with the usual rush and the tender chaos of a family trying not to drown in the ticking hands of time. The air was laced with the sharp tang of pickles, a small battle between mother and daughter playing out over the breakfast table. Neha, ever so eager to embark on her new adventure, could barely sit still, her mind already racing ahead to the train that would carry her towards her dreams.
The Endgame of Existence
In the dim light of an abandoned shelter, the melancholic strains of "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" played from a battered radio, an eerie soundtrack to a world brought to its knees. The music abruptly stopped, and the silence that followed was a stark reminder of the desolation outside. A man, his voice laced with disbelief and fear, discovered he was not alone. "Oh my god... The door was open. Holy... Holy shit," he stammered, facing the shadow that had survived alongside him, unseen until now.
"Echoes of the Forgotten Chair"
In the dimming light of an ordinary evening, Reese arrived home, his arms laden with dinner and a heart full of anticipation for the evening ahead. It was their six-month anniversary, a milestone he had marked with classic tokens of affection—flowers for Julie, his girlfriend, whose love for the traditional he cherished deeply. The flowers were met with delight, a brief oasis of happiness in what was about to become a strange and unsettling sequence of events.
The Haunting of Willow Lake Manor
Deep in the heart of the forest, nestled among towering pines, lies Willow Lake Manor—a grand mansion with a dark history. Abandoned for decades, its crumbling façade hides the chilling secrets of its past.
Why can't I move
I find myself in an unfamiliar room lit by soft, yellow night-lights. It's dark otherwise. I'm not sure what time it is and honestly I can't fully remember why I'm here, all I know is I'm awake but should definitely be asleep. I assume to myself I'm house sitting for a friend or relative, not unusual for me, and sit myself down on the couch in the middle of the living room. My eyes aren't heavy, my thoughts are always too loud for me to sleep. The usual trick for distracting my brain long enough to finally drift off is watching videos on my phone, so I pull it out and assume the routine of scrolling.