The Seamstress Who Sewed Nightmares

Elara worked in a forgotten corner of Milan, making gowns no one dared to wear twice. Her clients whispered that her dresses changed color in the dark — reflecting the wearer’s deepest fear.

When asked about her secret, she said, “Every fabric remembers a moment. I only teach it how to speak.”

One patron noticed her gown tightening around her chest as she danced. When she tried to remove it, the silk fused to her skin. She died the next morning, her body covered in patterns resembling needlework.

Police raided Elara’s shop, but found it abandoned — except for a loom still weaving on its own. The thread was made of hair. And in the corner lay a mirror showing the reflection of a woman sewing, though no one stood there.