Series
I Found a Hidden Room in My Grandfather’s House and--- a Secret
I never imagined that a routine visit to my grandfather’s house would change the way I saw my family forever. Grandfather’s house sat on a quiet street lined with oak trees that whispered in the breeze. It was a two-story structure that looked ordinary from the outside, but inside it was a time capsule. Nothing had changed—the faded wallpaper, the smell of old books and pipe smoke, or the grandfather clock that had stopped ticking but still stood proudly in the hallway.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Fiction
I Married a Ghost. Last Night, He Served Me Divorce Papers. AI-Generated.
The divorce papers appeared at 3:07 AM. One moment: empty pillow. Next moment: parchment thick as graveyard soil, smelling of bergamot and decay. Ink the color of dried blood spelled out *Silas Alistair Thorne v. Elara June Finch*. A wax seal pulsed with cold blue light.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Bargain: When My Brother's Voice Cracked a Decade of Silence. AI-Generated.
3:17 AM The phone’s vibration drilled into the silence like a bone saw. I fumbled blindly, squinting at the screen. The name flashing there—*Jake*—felt like a ghost punching me in the throat. Ten years. Three thousand six hundred fifty days of radio silence. And now this. 3 AM. The hour of emergencies and drunks.
By Wondermind6 months ago in Fiction
The Night My World Turned Upside Down
I was curled up in my favorite armchair, half‑asleep with a mug of lukewarm coffee in hand, when my phone buzzed at 2:47 a.m. The screen lit up with a name I hadn’t thought about in months, and my heart skipped. Four simple words stared back at me: “We need to talk.”
By Hamayoun Tareen 6 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Basement Floor
Previously... Hira has uncovered pieces of a disturbing truth: her name tied to a psychiatric record she doesn’t remember, voicemails from her own voice, and a child claiming to be forgotten. A mysterious mirror message begged for help. Photos show her with a girl she doesn’t know. And now, in the basement of her building, an ancient wooden box and a tape revealed chilling therapy sessions she supposedly had.
By Abid Ali Khan6 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waits at the Edge of the Fog
1. The Arrival Elena had seen the house in her dreams long before she ever found it. It sat quietly at the edge of a fading forest, shrouded in fog that moved like breath across the hills. Windows like closed eyes. A door like a secret no one wanted to tell.
By Silas Blackwood6 months ago in Fiction
