Psychological
The Corridor That Remembered: A Record from the Faculty of Forgotten Rooms
"The dead only know one thing" -Private Joker, Full Metal Jacket “Naturally, this could be one of many things, but a thing nonetheless as you will come to learn. Nothing here is what is seems. This world might not scare you yet, but it will slither out of your mind long after your soul leaves your fleshly confines. So be wary of the witches who teach at night and prey by day. By this we know, as long as you have knowledge as your defense, and light as your guide you are safe, safe with me.” ~K.H. Obergfoll, first year studies from the Library Below “Academic Perfection” Circa Thirteen-Hundred and Fifty-Five, Witches Guild of All Things New and Retrieved: The Original.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 months ago in Fiction
Experiences May Differ
Just one look. Wouldn't hurt, would it? That's what they all say. That's what they never stop saying. Don't look through the keyhole. Don't tempt fate, don't push for the unseen to be seen. Don't strike up a parley with the unknown beyond the liminality of your doorway/doorframe. Still, what would the harm be in looking through the keyhole or the peephole? The peephole was designed by Abe Nichols and Joseph Spector, who patented their specific version of a concept that had existed for many centuries, and it became known as the optical door peephole or wide-angle door viewer.
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Fiction
Letters From The Room That Doesn't Exist. AI-Generated.
Aarav had always been fascinated by old buildings, especially the abandoned Willowcrest Manor — a weather-beaten mansion at the edge of town, wrapped in vines like nature was trying to bury it. Locals said it was cursed, swallowed by time and sorrow.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
THE PARALLEL TRANSMISSION
The Parallel Transmission When the message arrived, reality began to unravel. by Alex Mario The night was silent—too silent for a world stitched together by signals, motors, and the soft hiss of the cosmos. Wind swept over the Carpathian ridge and died against concrete, and inside the hilltop observatory the only sound was the hum of old equipment refusing to retire.
By Alex Mario4 months ago in Fiction
Remembering Room: Skeleton Key
[[Mystical, dark and dreamlike]] The room at the end of the hall meant everything and nothing to Coraline Parker. She was the only true living heir to her father’s estate, but that was only because her Aunt Meg refused to stay longer than a week. Meg Parker was a sour, willful, dreadfully calculated old woman who was the other half of her father in every way except death— though some would argue, she might as well join him there too because she was far too fearful to do anything remotely bordering on fun.
By K.H. Obergfoll4 months ago in Fiction
Behind the Sheet
We moved into the house in late fall, the kind of season where daylight fades before you feel ready. The nice elderly landlord walked us room to room with a natural smile, pointing out upgrades and fresh paint and how the furnace had been recently serviced. He kept talking, but every time we reached the hallway, he angled his body away from the last opening at the far end. He never looked at it directly. He never mentioned it.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
The Graveyard
A place of peace also, of serenity maybe but just be wary of.... ********* Do you ever walk through a graveyard and wonder who, what, when, where and the why? Is it a place to remember those that we lost for are they really lost at all for the most part aren't they not in a better place. They or most of them of found their way home. As in the image those markers of lanterns may have led them home for, they have seen the light. For a graveyard is like a way station between two worlds or three.
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
The Thought Archive
🖋️ Story Description In the rain-drenched city of Torrento, memories aren’t lost -- they’re stored. Fifteen years after erasing a tragedy from his past, Elias Crane receives a mysterious notice from The Thought Archive -- a shadowy institution that keeps forgotten memories sealed in glass. Inside one vial lies everything he wanted to forget: the love he lost, the pain he buried, and the truth that never stopped waiting for him. When the Archive forces him to remember, Elias must confront what it means to live without the past -- and whether love is something we can ever truly erase. The Thought Archive is a haunting, introspective story about grief, memory, and the quiet courage it takes to remember who we are.
By Sahir E Shafqat4 months ago in Fiction
