🚨 New horror story just dropped: The Drowning Machine 🕳️💧

A federal inspector walks into a sealed interrogation room with a tank full of memory water—and discovers the machine doesn’t simulate drowning. It remembers it. And it wants him to remember too.

Dark, claustrophobic, and soaked in guilt, this one's for anyone who’s ever had something they couldn’t forget (or forgive).

Read it. Lose sleep. Question your next shower.
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She wears a crown made of broken chandelier glass, her eyes rimmed in coal, her voice stitched from your worst memory. And when it rains, the bells sing her name.

The Bellwife lives in the woods behind Durrel’s Hollow. She doesn’t walk. She doesn’t speak. She collects the forgotten.

And if you hear her bells… it’s already too late.

📖 Read the full story if you dare:
Dark, creepy, and soaked in dread. Just how you like it.

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What happens when the strange girl at the edge of town doesn’t just live in the creepy house, but becomes part of it? Hetta is a gothic horror tale soaked in dread, slow-burn menace, and just enough humor to make you feel bad for laughing. Hetta isn’t haunting the place. She is the place.

Read it with the lights on. Or don’t. She likes that better.

A chilling short horror story about a mysterious man known only as The Collector, who steals cherished childhood toys and replaces them with bone-carved dolls bearing the faces of the living. Set in a quiet town where memory and possession blur, "The Toy Collector" explores grief, nostalgia, and the price of sentimentality.

Not everything stays behind you. Some things wait. Some things follow. And some never really left.

What if your grief learned to talk back?
After his wife dies, Dave does what lonely people do—he brings home a smart speaker. Just something to fill the silence. Something to remind him to take his pills. Something to pretend he still matters to someone.

Then it speaks in her voice. Not a recording. Not a glitch. Her voice.
And she’s not done talking.

I just finished a story I’m really proud of.
It’s called Kind Voice, and it’s about love, memory, tech, and the lies we tell ourselves just to sleep at night.

Would love your thoughts. Don’t make me talk to my smart speaker instead.

What happens when the king you saved throws you to the worms?

A nameless soldier pulls a dying king from the battlefield. He's promised silence. Then he's betrayed. What follows is a slow, rotting death by one of history’s most brutal punishments—and a final visit the king never saw coming.

The throne remembers. And so does the man who died beneath it.

Read the full horror story now. Not for the faint of stomach.
Drop a comment if you make it to the end.

The ship was called MS Odyssey Voyager, a name that sounded like it came with a Netflix deal. But there was nothing fresh about her. She was a rustbucket in denial, a floating contradiction of patched steel and tired engines hauling Chinese-made solar panels to the Port of New Orleans. A month behind schedule. Standard fare for a modern-day cargo hauler, more bureaucratic band-aid than ship.