Mystery
Neon-Lit Diary
The city at night was a restless creature—half neon, half heartbeat. It murmured in alleyways, whispered across rooftops, and sighed through the vents of old apartments. Most people hurried past these quiet places, but Luca didn’t. Street-artists rarely did. They listened for what others missed.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Fiction
[Reddit Post] Housekeeping found a room that shouldn’t exist.
Posted by u/GraveyardFrontDesk – r/NoSleep I’ve worked the front desk at our hotel for six years. It’s an older place — six floors, seventy-something rooms, built in the late ’70s and “renovated” (poorly) a decade ago. If you’ve ever worked in a hotel, you know the routine weirdness: creaky vents, drunk guests, elevators that ding for no reason. You learn to shrug most things off.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
[Reddit Post] The hotel pool never reflects properly at night.
Posted by u/NightShiftClerk — r/NoSleep I’ve been working nights at the Fairbridge Suites for almost four years now. It’s not a bad gig — quiet most of the time, good pay, free coffee. I used to think the creepiest part of the job was the occasional drunk guest or flickering hallway light.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
[Reddit Post] The same guest checks in every Thursday… and dies every Friday morning.
Posted by u/GraveyardFrontDesk — r/NoSleep I work the overnight shift at a small roadside hotel just outside Denver. It’s quiet most of the time — truckers, couples who don’t want their names on anything, salesmen passing through. You get used to the silence, the humming ice machine, the smell of burnt coffee, and cheap disinfectant.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Silent Night, Bloody Night
The snowstorm hit with a ferocity none of them had anticipated. Emma, Brian, Lisa, and Todd had been en route to a ski lodge for a Christmas getaway when their SUV skidded off the icy road and into a snowbank. Miles from the nearest town and with no cell service, the group had little choice but to follow a faint trail illuminated by the moonlight. It led to a remote village nestled in the shadows of the pine forest.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Emergency Exit
I opened the exit door during a routine check… and it didn’t lead outside. Hey everyone. I work as an usher at a pretty normal, mid-sized movie theater. You know the type—sticky floors, minimum wage, endless popcorn, and managers who think “teamwork” means doing three jobs at once. Nothing glamorous.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The Stuck Patron
We found a man still sitting in the auditorium after the midnight screening… but he wasn’t really a man. Hey everyone. I work at a movie theater, and normally I love the late-night shifts—quiet lobby, chill coworkers, barely any customers. But after what happened last week, I’m seriously considering switching to day shifts permanently.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] The Vanishing Guest
I work the closing shift at a medium-sized theater in my hometown — nothing fancy, nothing haunted (at least, that’s what I thought). I’m mostly on concessions, which means I deal with the usual late-night weirdos: teens trying to sneak into R-rated stuff, couples who think no one can see them making out behind the Icee machine, that kind of thing.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
[Theater Reddit] Update: The Vanishing Guest
Didn’t think I’d be posting again, but something happened last night that I can’t shake. For the past week, the register’s been quiet — no tickets, no midnight receipts. I figured whatever glitch was happening finally stopped. I even joked with the janitor that our “ghost customer” must’ve found a better theater.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
