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    A warning from the stars.

    Let me start from the beginning. That Monday started out like any other. I arrived at work, filled my coffee cup and stepped into my office. I'm a former Air Force Major, now in training with NASA for a spot on the ISS. If all went according to plan, I should have been heading up there within the...

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    Nick_B25 min6
    A New Doctor Just Started Working at my Surgery. I Think He's Harvesting Something.

    It was Tuesday after lunch when I noticed the Door. I was walking back from the equipment cupboard to restock my phlebotomy tray, when I passed Dr Clark's room and stopped. The examination couch that usually sat unused against that stretch of wall was gone. In its place was a wooden door, the same...

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    EShearerWrites24 min3
    The Light in the Tree Line

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. A strange white glow appears in the woods behind a man’s isolated home. Each night it moves closer, but it casts no shadows and lights nothing around it. When it reaches his back steps and something crosses his roof, he realizes it may not be just a light.

    Demo Writer2 min4
    The Neighbor Who Doesn't Age

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. When I was eight, Mrs. Alder lived across the street. She was old. Gray hair in a bun, thick glasses, never left the house except to get the mail. When I moved back at thirty-two, she was still there. Same hair. Same...

    Demo Writer1 min3
    The Basement Door Was Open

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. I always close the basement door. Always. Last week I came home and it was open. I live alone. No forced entry. Nothing missing. But the air felt heavier. That night I closed it again. Around 2 AM I heard it open. Not...

    Demo Writer1 min5
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    The Static on Channel 3

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. My TV switched to Channel 3 on its own. Static. Except the static wasn’t random. If I stared long enough, shapes formed. My living room. From above. Like a security camera. And there I was. Watching the TV. Except in the...

    Demo Writer1 min4
    There’s Something Walking the Fence Line

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. Every night at 1 AM something walks the fence line. Slow. Even steps. It circles the property. Last night I looked. There were footprints. They started at my back door. And ended at my back door.

    Demo Writer1 min0
    The Voicemail That Isn’t Mine

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. I woke up to a voicemail notification. No missed call. It was my voice. Whispering. “Don’t answer the next call.” Two minutes later my phone rang. Unknown number. I answered. Silence. Then my voice again. “You shouldn’t...

    Demo Writer1 min2
    The Window That Wasn't There Before

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. My apartment has one window. One. Last night there were two. The new one looks into darkness. No building. No sky. Just black. Tonight I heard tapping. From the outside. I live on the fourth floor.

    Demo Writer1 min1
    I Think The Forest Is Breathing

    ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. I camp alone to clear my head. At night I could hear the trees breathing. Not wind. Breathing. Slow inhale. Slow exhale. I pressed my ear to a trunk. It was warm. Pulsing. When I stepped back, all the trees were leaning...

    Demo Writer1 min1
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