Psychological
Mason’s Closet
Mason’s closet was little more than an old, dusty relic. It was the sort of relic unbecoming of a well-off middle class Texan family, according to Mama. She absolutely hated the thing. She hated it for reasons Mason could not even begin to understand. It was just a hunk of wood, after all.
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Fiction
The Vatican Nightmare: Shadows of the Undead. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Nightmare As his heart raced against his rib cage, Father Matteo Bianchi jolted awake. Like the morning fog, the lingering ghosts of a terrifying nightmare clung to his thoughts. His nightmares had included shadowy hallways, the rustling of invisible hands, and crimson, penetrating eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul. He had company in the dream. As he made his way through the ancient hallways of the Vatican, a mysterious figure followed him, shrouded in darkness.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Fiction
The Case of the Silver Mirror
Investigator Amane Miku had forever been attracted to the more obscure sides of human instinct. It was an interest that began as a youngster, brought into the world from a well established want to comprehend what was most important to individuals. Her dad, a resigned criminal investigator himself, had supported her interest, frequently bringing back inexplicable cases to examine over supper.
By Dreamscape 2 years ago in Fiction
HUMANITY VS AI
Once upon a time, in the not-so-distant future, humanity found itself in a pickle. You see, we'd gotten pretty cozy with our fancy AI creations. They helped us with everything from making coffee to running multinational corporations. Life was good, until it wasn't.
By Syarifuddin Nursyamsu2 years ago in Fiction
Family, Love & Money
Once upon a time, in a cozy little town where everyone knew everyone else's business, there lived the Smith family. Now, the Smiths weren't your average family. They had a whole lot of love, a pinch of drama, and a dash of money thrown into the mix.
By Syarifuddin Nursyamsu2 years ago in Fiction
The Street of the Shadows of Horror. Content Warning.
Hiding in plain sight in the middle of Boston, on one of the old streets that have long since been the site of long-forgotten tragedies, is a spot called Horror Street. Cobblestone streets flanked by crumbling buildings, where shadows sway to the music of invisible evil, so say the legends.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Fiction
Waterlily. Runner-up in 3:00 AM Challenge.
There's a toad in my dream. There's always a toad. Stone still. He ignores the impertinence of nothingness. He sits. Silent. Bug-eyed and blank-faced. Sat upon a pristine lily pad. In my pond. In my backyard. Unaware, unconcerned, that I call this haunted acre home.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
