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The Room at the Top of the Stairs
At the top of the stairs, there’s a door we all pretend isn’t there. Dad calls it the “Storage Room,” with the same dismissive shrug he uses for broken gutters or peeling paint. A necessary inconvenience, nothing worth thinking about. The “Storage Room” hasn’t held a single box or old lamp for over a decade. It’s a polite lie, and we all politely keep it going.
By taihan ibn altaf7 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Pines. AI-Generated.
1. The Road to Nowhere State Route 173 didn’t just wind through the San Bernardino Mountains—it suffocated them. The asphalt coiled like a black serpent around cliffs that dropped into nothing, guardrails bent and skeletal from years of catching drunk drivers and runaway trucks. Locals called it "The Throat"—a road that swallowed the reckless whole.
By taihan ibn altaf9 months ago in Horror
