Young Adult
[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
The Whispering Pines
Chapter One: The Legacy of Cedar Hollow Cedar Hollow was a town wrapped in mist and myth. Tucked deep in the Oregon Cascades, its streets were narrow, its houses cedar-shingled, and its people bound by stories older than memory. The greatest of those stories was Bigfoot.
By LunaRoseQuartz2 months ago in Fiction
The Letters He Never Sent. AI-Generated.
Samuel Graves had not opened the study room in three years. Dust blanketed the shelves like tired snow; the curtains remained frozen in place, trapping darkness inside the walls. The house itself seemed to breathe differently when he stood at the doorway — as if recognizing him with a mixture of relief and sorrow.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song in the Snow. AI-Generated.
Anton Markovic was known only by the sound of his violin. He played every evening at the frozen train station under the city bridge, where footsteps echoed like ghosts and the cold bit the bones of anyone foolish enough to linger.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Ghost
An aspiring and reclusive physicist, following in his late father's footsteps, Ringo was delving deep into his latest creation. He hadn't realised quite how long he'd not seen the sun, or breathed fresh air, this experiment of his had been messing with his interpretation of time.
By Liam Storm2 months ago in Fiction
