Horror

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 Stories21 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 Stories21 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 Stories21 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 Stories21 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 Stories21 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 Gupta23 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 Lynx23 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 Fontenelle24 days ago in Fiction
Aether-Skin Transit Bundle
PLEASE READ ALL INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE BEGINNING! POR FAVOR, LEA TODAS LAS INSTRUCCIONES ANTES DE COMENZAR! VEUILLEZ LIRE ATTENTIVEMENT TOUTES LES INSTRUCTIONS AVANT DE COMMENCER!
By Aaron Morrison24 days ago in Fiction
Deep Underground. Content Warning.
I rarely have dreams. It happens so infrequently that when they do appear, I immediately know they are different from the usual nothingness of sleep. This one was exceptionally strange. That night I spent long minutes, almost obsessively, trying to memorize every detail—places, colors, emotions—as if I subconsciously knew I could not allow it to disappear.
By Piotr Nowak24 days ago in Fiction
Romeo and Juliet. Content Warning.
He wanted her. He deserved to have her. He had money, a job, a house, a car, and took four foreign holidays a year. He was every woman's dream; he knew how good he was.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 24 days ago in Fiction
The Voice Behind the Mirror
"We hit something. I think we hit a deer." "That wasn't a deer. That sound was too solid. Like a stone wall." "The engine is dead. Try starting it again."
By Fathi Jalil24 days ago in Fiction