Secrets
dearest virgil,. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
how are you, my consummate friend? now that we are in the same state again for the first time in years, it feels as though we couldn't be further apart. have you managed to escape your hell? i fear i have only managed to postpone my own.
By kpabout a month ago in Confessions
“I Didn’t Realize I Was Losing Myself Until It Was Too Late
I Didn’t Realize I Was Losing Myself Until It Was Too Late BY: Khan I used to believe that losing yourself was a dramatic event—something loud, obvious, impossible to miss. I thought it happened in a single moment, like a crack in a mirror. But the truth is quieter. Sometimes you don’t notice it happening at all. Sometimes it feels like nothing. Just small choices, tiny compromises, little silences… until one day you wake up and the person staring back at you isn’t you anymore.
By Khan about a month ago in Confessions
She Came To Preach To Me, But We Ended Up Having Sex. Content Warning.
The story you’re about to read is not fiction; it was shared anonymously with us, and we’ve chosen to share this message with everyone. While the content of the confession may be unsettling to some, it serves as a powerful testament to the experiences faced by individuals who choose to remain anonymous. We believe in providing a platform for diverse narratives, even those that may evoke strong emotions or discomfort. It is a reminder that everyone’s journey is unique, and sharing these stories fosters understanding and empathy within our community.
By 18 plus homeabout a month ago in Confessions
My Best Friend Vanished for 12 Years — Then Returned With a Story No One Believed
Twelve years is a long time to carry silence inside your chest. Long enough for memories to blur, long enough for hope to become a habit instead of a belief. That’s what happened to me after Ahmed—my best friend since childhood—vanished without a trace one warm summer afternoon.
By The Insight Ledger about a month ago in Confessions
My Wife’s Accident Wasn’t an Accident
Grief makes time lose its shape. Days feel like one long blur, and nights stretch until they feel endless. After my wife’s accident, I lived in that fog — half awake, half ruined, trying to convince myself that life would make sense again someday.
By The Insight Ledger about a month ago in Confessions
The Phone Call I Was Never Supposed to Hear
Some stories don’t begin with dramatic thunder or flashing danger. Some start quietly—like a phone ringing at a time it shouldn’t. Mine began on an ordinary Thursday night, with my wife asleep next to me and my phone vibrating against the nightstand.
By Amanullahabout a month ago in Confessions
He Died Five Years Ago… Then I Got a Message From His Number
Grief is a strange thing. People say it fades, softens, turns into something manageable over time. Maybe that’s true for some. For me, it never disappeared. It just learned to stay quiet… until the night my phone lit up with a message from a number that should have stayed silent forever.
By Amanullahabout a month ago in Confessions
The Phone Call That Wasn’t Meant for Me — But Changed Everything. AI-Generated.
The call came at 12:07 a.m. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and honestly, I almost didn’t answer. My phone had been silent for hours, and sleep was already pulling me under. But something about seeing an unknown number at that hour made me curious.
By Aliabout a month ago in Confessions
I Love to Write Horror Stories in the Rain
I have written so many horror stories throughout my life. I started in the 9th grade, and ever since, I have grown obsessed with writing horror stories. But there is something about writing a horror story during the rain. Especially when it comes to the crazy big storms, it feels even more special.
By Emy Quinnabout a month ago in Confessions
The Lesson I Learned Too Late
✨ The Lesson I Learned Too Late How One Mistake Taught Me Everything I Needed to Know Too Late --- BY: Ubaid I used to believe that time was elastic — that it stretched as far as I needed and waited patiently for me to grow up, to say the right things, to make the right decisions. I lived like tomorrow was guaranteed, like apologies could always be made later, and like life had the patience to entertain my stubbornness.
By Ubaid about a month ago in Confessions
