Psychological
“First Rain, First Love: A Story of Fate and Forever
Rain has a magical way of bringing strangers together, and for Aisha and Haroon, it was fate’s gentle nudge. On a chilly, rainy afternoon outside the university gate, Aisha struggled to keep her books dry, unaware that a simple act of kindness would change her life forever. Haroon, holding a large black umbrella, stepped forward with a smile and a helping hand — a moment so ordinary, yet so extraordinary. That single encounter under the raindrops sparked a connection neither of them could ignore. As friendship blossomed, laughter turned into unspoken feelings, and silent glances grew heavier with meaning. This is the story of how love began quietly, unexpectedly, and beautifully — under the first rain, on the first day they truly saw each other.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
Something keeps calling the front desk asking for Room 112
I work night shifts at a mid-tier hotel — you know, the kind that sits right off the interstate and smells like coffee, carpet cleaner, and lost hope. My shifts are 11 p.m. to 7 a.m., which basically means I babysit an empty lobby and listen to the building breathe.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
[FINAL UPDATE] The night clerk who posted about Room 112 is gone.
Hey, I work at the same hotel as the guy who wrote those posts about the phone calls asking for Room 112. I wasn’t sure if I should post this here, but I found something last night that I can’t stop thinking about.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
Every night I take the elevator to the basement… even though we don’t have one
Hey everyone. I work nights at a mid-range hotel off the highway. It’s not fancy, but it’s clean, quiet, and usually empty after midnight. I’m the night porter — basically, I clean up the lobby, restock towels, handle laundry, and do any random maintenance jobs that come up.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
The cameras don’t catch who’s walking the halls at night.
(Posted by u/NightShiftWatcher – r/TrueOffMyChest) I work night security at a mid-range hotel in Colorado. It’s one of those places that’s been remodeled a dozen times but still somehow feels old — too many corners that don’t line up, too many flickering lights that maintenance “can’t find a reason for.”
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow
She woke up on the same street again. Fog covered the old stone road like a ghost, curling around the silent streetlights. The morning felt both too early and too slow. Shadows moved strangely in the mist, and she felt a heavy pull in her chest, the weight of knowing what would happen before it did.
By Wahdat Rauf3 months ago in Fiction
Thin Ice
The lake wasn’t supposed to be frozen yet. That’s the first thing. It was early fall, leaves still pretending to be green, air only barely biting. Nobody had posted a “safe to skate” notice, no red flags, no bored guy in a parka with a drill measuring thickness. Just me, my headphones, and a sheet of ice that looked like someone had laid a piece of glass over the water overnight.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Fiction
My Dead Best Friend Won't Stop Texting Me
Three years ago my best friend Jessica Moore died in a car crash. We were supposed to go to this graduation party together but she never picked me up. Next morning I found out she'd wrapped her car around a tree on Highway 9. The cops said she fell asleep at the wheel.
By Maxim Dudko3 months ago in Fiction
Transmission
For Belle's 'On the Street' Challenge: Report of Pilot, Captain Y. M. Raughtel: This might be my final report. I seem to have landed in the most barren patch of nothing imaginable. There is nothing but desert as far as the mind can conceive. And I think that my mind is losing its ability to see and hear what is real and what I've only imagined. Am I really alone out here?
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Fiction
