Horror

The 13th Floor Meeting
The building directory says twelve floors. It’s printed in brushed steel in the lobby. I’ve traced it with my finger while waiting for elevators more times than I can count. Floors 1 through 12. No skipped numbers. No maintenance levels. No penthouse.
By V-Ink Stories19 days ago in Fiction
After-Hours HR
The email came in at 1:32 a.m. No subject line. Just a calendar invite and a single sentence in the body: Mandatory check-in. 1:45 a.m. HR Office.
By V-Ink Stories19 days ago in Fiction
The Art of Burning
"Beautiful, isn't it?" "Beautiful? Are you blind? That is Blackwood Manor, Elias. This place is hell. We gotta go. Now." "Don't look at the smoke. Look at the color. See that blue streak right in the middle of the flame? Right by the window frame."
By Fathi Jalil19 days ago in Fiction
The Lights Delay
The office uses motion-sensor lights. They’re supposed to save money. They’re supposed to make late shifts feel less lonely—rows of cubicles blooming with white light as you walk past, proof that the building sees you.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
The Overnight Janitor Who Doesn’t Exist
I work the late shift because it’s quiet. That’s the lie I tell people, anyway. The truth is I like knowing where everyone is. During the day, the office is unpredictable—meetings popping up, people hovering, footsteps that don’t belong to anyone you can see.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
The Conference Room Reflection
The glass walls are supposed to make the office feel open. During the day, they reflect light, movement, people passing by with coffee cups and half-finished conversations. At night, they turn the building into a maze of mirrors.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
Day 12: Something Is Writing Back
Day 1 I woke up on a carpet that smelled like old paper and damp electricity. Yellow walls. Buzzing lights. No windows. No doors that led anywhere meaningful.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
Light Starvation
FIELD NOTES — UNDATED I don’t know when I got here. Time doesn’t behave normally. My watch stopped on entry. My phone battery died before I thought to conserve it. The lights, though—those I can measure.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
Someone Else’s Footsteps
RECOVERY LOG — AUTHOR UNKNOWN I don’t know who will read this. I don’t know if anyone will. I’m writing because writing fixes things in place. It gives the room's edges.
By V-Ink Stories20 days ago in Fiction
The Banyan That Whispered My Name
In India, we grow up hearing one rule again and again — “Suraj dhalne ke baad kuch jagahon par nahi jaate.” Some places are not meant to be visited after sunset.
By Gaurav Gupta21 days ago in Fiction
Meeting Place for Peace Talks
Trump got both Putin and Zelenskyy on the phone, just to decide on the place to conduct peace talks. Putin: Our suggestion is Minsk.
By Lana V Lynx22 days ago in Fiction
A Hoard Between Us
This was the most beautiful wedding that anyone had ever seen. A beautiful chapel that was decorated with perfect traditional themes. Things that were perfect for the traditional man and woman. Just like Mary and Joseph. The pair had been dating ever since they were fifteen years old. Neither had a fight or anything of that sort throughout their picture-perfect relationship.
By Raphael Fontenelle22 days ago in Fiction