Horror
Neverchangeable | Chapter 4
<< Click to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click to read Chapter 3 My eye has adjusted to the darkness now. I can make out more of the scene I’ve watched for weeks from the other side of my cell phone. You, clearer than ever, point at me with your rigid finger, skin barely hanging on to the bone. The maggots have multiplied. They swarm your mouth and eyes, the tongue and eyeballs long gone, the larvae eating away at the fatty remainders of your partially liquefied brain. It will only be so long before your lips and gums are devoured too, your cheeks, hips and buttocks, your thighs, your cunt. I calculate how long it would take for every crumb of you to be eaten by the same maggots you used to dump out of our compost on Tuesdays.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
The Silver Veil - Chapter 1
The story is set in a sprawling, magical city where the ruling elite wield arcane powers to maintain control. Cassian, a thief with a mysterious past, accidentally discovers a forbidden artifact during a routine heist. This artifact, the Silver Veil, grants him the ability to see into other dimensions, revealing a hidden barrier between worlds. However, this newfound power comes with a curse—visions of other realms that threaten to drive him mad.
By Samrah Sayyedabout a year ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Top Story - January 2025. Content Warning.
When we are children everything seems to have a conspiracy or scary story around it. We make up stories of the things that go bump in the night. We have such a naïve side that we often believe the stories we tell, exaggerating them more each time they are shared with our friends. Sometimes we make up stories based on bits and pieces that we hear the adults around us talking about, and other times we take actions based on those bits and pieces, not realizing what a mistake that can be.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Chapters
The Light at the End of the Hallway
The Light at the End of the Hallway In a small village surrounded by towering mountains, there stood an old house known as the "House of the Mysterious Light." The house had been abandoned for many years, but the villagers spoke of a strange light that appeared at the end of a long hallway inside the house every night. The light glowed with a warm golden hue, as if inviting anyone who saw it to come closer. However, anyone who attempted to approach it never returned.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
Major Study Links 15 Factors to Early Dementia Risk
while dementia is tons extra commonplace in older adults, masses of thousands of people are diagnosed with young-onset dementia (YOD) every year, and an intensive examine published in 2023 sheds a few massive mild on why.
By John Williamabout a year ago in Chapters
The Mystery of the "Strange Sounds" in Canada (2016): A Phenomenon That Baffles Scientists
The Mystery of the "Strange Sounds" in Canada (2016): A Phenomenon That Baffles Scientists In 2016, reports began to surface from the remote Arctic region of Nunavut, Canada, about mysterious sounds echoing across the area. Local residents, primarily Inuit communities, described these sounds as a deep "humming" or "buzzing," while others likened them to muffled explosions or underwater collisions. The phenomenon, which became widely known as the "strange sounds," sparked widespread curiosity and concern, baffling both locals and experts alike.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
Abandoned Town
The "Abandoned Town" Incident in Mexico (2014): An Unsolved Mystery Mysterious incidents that capture curiosity and intrigue are among the most fascinating subjects for people around the world. One of the most perplexing cases that remains shrouded in mystery is the "Abandoned Town" incident in Mexico in 2014. This particular event, which has sparked numerous questions and speculations, remains unresolved to this day. In this article, we will delve into the details of the incident, explore the potential factors behind it, and analyze the various interpretations that might explain this bizarre occurrence.
By 💓 Pulse of Stories 💓about a year ago in Chapters
The Seventh Hour
The Seventh Hour The town of Eldergrove was known for its silence—a kind of stillness that hung over it like an unspoken rule. The townsfolk spoke in hushed voices, moved with purpose, and never lingered outside after sunset. It was a place where secrets nested in every shadow and every clock seemed to tick just a bit slower. But the most unsettling thing about Eldergrove was the ancient clock tower that loomed over the town square. Its hands had been frozen at seven o'clock for as long as anyone could remember.
By Himansu Kumar Routrayabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 3
<< Click to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click to read Chapter 2 On the security camera app installed on my cell phone, I watch the nothingness on the screen. In front of me, Farley walks across the bridge. It’s the same easy walk he’s had from since when we were kids. He doesn’t look back which makes it easy to take a moment and dip into my pixelated reverie. The cabin is black and grey except for the clump of dim white glow near the bottom corner of the screen. No sound comes from the room, no footsteps or crackling of a wood-burning fire from when Farley and I were kids. Even in the middle of the day, the room on the screen is midnight dark.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
Neverchangeable | Chapter 2
<< Click to read from the beginning (Chapter 0) < Click to read Chapter 1 I look to you, slumped in the corner, as if awaiting your approval. My one remaining eye has adjusted more now. I can see more than just your rubbery skin, neon with death in front of me, and the single, shiny eye of the camera. I can make out the moose head I know is there, the overstuffed loveseat, the long, leather sofa under Auntie Rachel’s watercolour paintings. The ones she made when she got brain cancer. I can see the radiation on those paintings, green and luminescent, sparkling like the snowy landscapes they depict. The radiation poured from her pupils as she transferred the images from her mind to the coarse paper. Snowy hills, like clean, fresh starts, the radiation underneath only visible to me. Like two weeks from now, when the tourism season will officially be over, when winter will come, and here you and I will be. The two of us, alone, at last. Like it should have always been.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Chapters
