Mystery
Secrets in the Grey Stone
The chipped porcelain of the teacup warmed Elisabeth’s hands, but did little to thaw the chill that had settled deep in her bones. Rain lashed against the gothic windows of Blackwood Academy, mirroring the tempest brewing within her. It wasn’t the storm that frightened her, not anymore. It was the silence. The *wrongness* that had permeated Blackwood since the Autumn Equinox.
By 𝒩𝓊𝓉𝓊 𝒱. 𝒞.about a month ago in Fiction
Would You Swap Your Body? The Wildly Real Attempt at the First Human Head Transplant
Imagine this: you're in a devastating accident, or maybe you’re living with a condition that slowly traps you inside your own body. Suddenly, doctors tell you there’s one bold, almost unbelievable option left: they can remove your head and attach it to a completely new body.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Fiction
Inside America’s Psychic Spy Program: The Strange Reality Behind a Very Real Mystery
Growing up, one of the shows that completely shaped my love for mysteries was Unsolved Mysteries. And honestly, nobody could have hosted that show better than Robert Stack. His voice alone was enough to make you glance over your shoulder at least twice.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Fiction
[Disney Reddit] We’ve Been Told to Stop Acknowledging the Children in the Hallways
Posted by u/BehindTheCastleWalls — r/NoSleep I work night security at one of the resorts near Disney World. I won’t say which one, because I’d like to keep my job, but it’s one of the ones you’d recognize — themed, cheerful, always spotless, with music playing even at 2 a.m.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Concession Stand Calls
Concession worker here… someone keeps calling our counter phone, and he hasn’t been alive for a long time. Hey everyone. I work at a pretty small, old theater — the kind with squeaky seats, weird carpet patterns from the 90s, and a concession stand that gets renovated about once every thirty years. I usually open on weekday mornings when it’s dead slow and feels like a tomb with a popcorn machine in it.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Never-Ending Reel
Posted by u/ProjectionGuy94 – 4 months ago I’ve been a projectionist for a decade. Old-school — real film, not digital. I’ve worked in the same small-town theater since I was 23. There’s something peaceful about it: the hum of the machines, the rhythmic clatter of reels spinning, the flicker of light through celluloid. It’s like the heartbeat of the building.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Locked Auditorium
Posted by u/UsherInTheDark – 2 months ago So I work night shift at a small-town movie theater. We close around 1 a.m. after the last show, and it’s my job to do the final sweep: check all theaters, shut down the projectors, make sure no one’s left behind. I’ve been doing this for three years now — mostly alone, because no one else wants to stay that late.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Kids’ Matinee That Never Happened
Projectionist here… something was sitting in Theater 6 this morning, and it wasn’t any of our customers. Hey everyone. Long-time lurker, first-time poster. I’ve worked at my local movie theater for about six years—mostly as a projectionist, which means I’m usually the first person in the building, alone, dealing with old equipment that likes to break at the most inconvenient possible moments.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Final Showing
My manager found an unlabeled film reel in the basement… and the movie showed our theater burning down. Hey everyone. This isn’t my story exactly — it’s my manager’s — but I was there for the aftermath, and it messed me up enough that I need to write it out.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Back Row of Theater 6 Is Never Empty
Posted by u/UsherInTheDark – 2 months ago So I work night shift at a small-town movie theater. We close around 1 a.m. after the last show, and it’s my job to do the final sweep: check all theaters, shut down the projectors, make sure no one’s left behind. I’ve been doing this for three years now — mostly alone, because no one else wants to stay that late.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Film That Never Ends
Posted by u/ProjectionGuy94 – 4 months ago I’ve been a projectionist for a decade. Old-school — real film, not digital. I’ve worked in the same small-town theater since I was 23. There’s something peaceful about it: the hum of the machines, the rhythmic clatter of reels spinning, the flicker of light through celluloid. It’s like the heartbeat of the building.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a month ago in Fiction
