The Saint George
Micro Horror
There was only one rule: don’t open the door.
The building was old and in dire need of countless repairs, but the rent was cheap and I desperately needed to find a new place to live. The priest who recommended moving promised me that the paranormal activity would end. It didn’t. It made it worse.
After the first month of living in my new building, I was forced to call the priest. He specialized in exorcism and thoroughly blessed my apartment. He claimed the cleansing was successful but the look on his face told me the opposite. Whatever had been haunting me had followed, and increased its aggresion.
Realizing no one could help me, I forced myself to face what was to come.
The elevator door had recently ceased working and the property management team plastered signs on each floor asking all tenants to please refrain from trying to open the elevator door until the technicians were able to fix the hydraulics.
One night, after coming home drunk from a local bar, I had the deep urge to defy authority and break the rules. I lived on the sixth floor and my legs and spinning head wanted nothing to do with taking the stairs.
I stepped in front of the elevator and hovered my finger over the call button. Overcome by weakness, my arm dropped to my side and I turned towards the stairwell.
A sharp ding and the shifting of gears forced me to turn around. The door to the elevator opened on its own.
Bewitched by the strangeness, I stepped inside. I pressed the glowing six, then waited. The lights flickered and the elevator hobbled. When the door finally opened, I wasn’t on the sixth floor. I wasn't even in my building.
I didn’t know where I was.
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Kale Sinclair
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The Station Without Trains
Seen (1) At the far end of a desert highway stood a train station that no map acknowledged. There were no tracks leading to it, no schedules posted, and no trains that ever arrived. Still, every evening at sunset, the lights turned on. Maya found the station by accident while driving cross-country to escape a life that felt too heavy. Her radio had gone silent miles ago, and her phone showed no signal. When she saw the station glowing in the distance, she pulled over, relieved to find signs of life. The station was clean, almost untouched by time. Wooden benches lined the platform, and an old clock hung above the entrance, forever stuck at 6:40. The air smelled of dust and iron, like a place waiting to be used. “Hello?” Maya called. No answer. She sat on a bench, telling herself she would leave in five minutes. But as the sun disappeared, the lights grew warmer, softer. Calm settled over her in a way she hadn’t felt in years. A man in a conductor’s uniform stepped out from the shadows. His clothes looked old-fashioned, but neatly pressed. His face was kind, though tired. “You’re early,” he said. “Early for what?” Maya asked. “For the train,” he replied. Maya frowned. “There are no tracks.” The man smiled gently. “Not all journeys need them.” He explained that this station was a place between leaving and arriving—a pause for those who were lost, grieving, or running from something they couldn’t name. People didn’t come here on purpose. They arrived when they needed stillness. “Does the train ever come?” Maya asked. “Yes,” he said. “But only once for each person.” Maya felt a tightness in her chest. “Where does it go?” The conductor looked at the horizon. “To the life you stopped believing in.” Maya thought of the dreams she had abandoned, the version of herself she no longer recognized. Tears surprised her, sliding down her face without warning. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispered. The conductor nodded. “That’s why the train hasn’t arrived.” They sat in silence as the stars appeared. For the first time in years, Maya didn’t feel the urge to run. She felt seen. Slowly, the station lights dimmed. The conductor stood. “When you leave,” he said, “you won’t remember this place. But you’ll remember how you felt.” A distant sound echoed—not a train horn, but something close to a heartbeat. Maya blinked. She was back in her car, parked on the side of the empty highway. The station was gone. The road stretched endlessly ahead. But her chest felt lighter. She turned the key and drove forward, not knowing exactly where she was going—but certain, for the first time, that she was finally on the right track.
By Do bol ho jaaye 5 days ago in Horror
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Well done and it is beautifully written
Nice work! Congrats on TS!!!
OMG! I am never taking the elevator alone again, which is hard as I am physically challenged. Congratulations Kale!
Oh damn!! I need to know what happened!! Great tension in the story :) Congrats on TS!
well done
Well, that's left me with a lot of questions! Great cliffhanger!
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Congrats on TS! Way to go!
This was really fun. You set a great environment that sucks the reader in immediately. Nicely done, bravo.
This is a great entry. Well done and congrats on the TS.
This is a superb story and entry for the challenge. Well done. Congratulations, too, on the Top Story recognition!
This was so good Kale - I wonder where he is? Yikes!
well done