| Story | Read | Reads |
|---|---|---|
| Sever The Static Crickets make peaceful company; a lulling ambience to soothe the quiet side road, where a girl can puff another smoke, wondering what lecture Chief's gonna bark come morning. But my night was only beginning. The dash radio didn't just crackle to life - it sputtered in jumbled, inaudible pieces. I... | 35 min | 3 |
| Where The Trees Turn Red Some say it marched out of the sea under a bloody moon, here to expel our town of all hope - a monster to punish the naive prospectors of Maple Oaks who spent their gold on false witch hunts; an avenger of the young women burnt at the pyre, drowning the land for rebirth. Others say it was summoned... | 35 min | 0 |
| A Silent Girl From A Wailing Sea They called them the 'Blue Boys' because by the time the sea spits them back out, the cold has dyed their skin - tracing their veins indigo; turning firm, strong lads into stiff statues of bloat and salt. We’ve buried three this month. Three half-empty coffins, as the water doesn't return all it... | 34 min | 0 |
| Cropsy Scarecrow - an object made to resemble a human figure, planted in virgin fields to scare away the birds. An object of baseless fear; a patchwork of straw and burlap. But Cropsy was crafted different, by older hands with older seams. And he provided far, far more. From my bedroom window, I could... | 36 min | 0 |
| Lavender Upon The Snow No Christmas lasts forever. The puppy from the box will lose its novelty, and grow big and stink - maybe make a mess on the floor once in a while. The decorations return to the attic and gather another year's worth of dust, assuming they remain in the same home at all. Extended families go back to... | 36 min | 1 |
| 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... | 25 min | 6 |
| 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... | 24 min | 3 |
| 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. | 2 min | 4 |
| 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... | 1 min | 3 |
| 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... | 1 min | 5 |
| I Found My Name Written in the Fog ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. I take late walks near the river. Last night the fog was thick enough to blur everything. That’s when I saw writing in it. My name. Clear. Floating in the air. The letters shifted. “Come closer.” I ran home. My bathroom... | 1 min | 0 |
| 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... | 1 min | 4 |
| 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. | 1 min | 0 |
| 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... | 1 min | 2 |
| 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. | 1 min | 1 |
| 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... | 1 min | 1 |
| The Man At The End of the Path ⚠️ Demo Story — Created to showcase the reading experience on this platform. There’s a path behind my childhood home that no one uses anymore. When I was younger my mother told me never to walk it after dark. I didn’t listen. The first time I walked it at night, I saw him. A silhouette at the end... | 2 min | 2 |