Young Adult

There Was Something Crawling Under My Bed
The Night Everything Changed I was twelve years old the first time I heard it— a soft rustling sound coming from the dark space beneath my bed.
By Fazal Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘺’𝘴 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴
𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘬 — 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 Sometimes the quietest places hold the loudest truths. I learned that the night I wandered into the old tunnels beneath the city—
By Fazal Hadi3 months ago in Fiction
The Smallest Guest
Eleanor had always been meticulous about her garden, even in late November when most sensible plants had given up for the season. She was deadheading the last stubborn chrysanthemums when she saw him—a tiny figure no bigger than her thumb, huddled beneath a yellowing hosta leaf.
By Autumn 3 months ago in Fiction
A Night at the Haunted House
It was a crisp winter night. The full moon hung bright in the sky with a hazy glow around it, casting an eerie light over the dark neighbourhood. Luca, Lucia, Alis, Kile, and I, Helen, stood on the street in front of the gate in the waist-high stone wall leading up the path to the worn-down house that everyone said was abandoned and haunted. It was the infamous haunted house, known for its chilling tales and ghostly sightings, things moving without reason and lights going on and off with no one in the room.
By Hermione3 months ago in Fiction
Knew not confinement (Vignette ). Content Warning.
The word you might use to describe me would be: lesbian, a charting author, or something in between. I was drawn by the way she was moving on her feet, yet I knew that alone did not set her apart. She pushed quick shifts like a half breath that never became steps. Her shoulders were perched high, covering her neck with a kind of guarded confidence. The candy coloured crystals held in the jewelleries, blinked a glint in the light; They finished the question her lips wouldn't speak.
By Caitlin Charlton3 months ago in Fiction
The Attic’s Silent Guardian. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When we moved into the old farmhouse on the outskirts of Abbott Valley, I expected creaky floors, strange drafts, and maybe the occasional mouse. What I didn’t expect was the feeling of being watched—not in a frightening way, but in a way that resembled someone keeping an eye out for us. Protecting us.
By Mohammad umar3 months ago in Fiction
SEASON 8 - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 15 The silence was a palpable thing, a heavy blanket that settled over the entire coast. Aris and his team stood in the now-calm lantern room, a profound sense of exhaustion washing over them. The Keeper was gone. The drowned were gone. The mournful lament was gone.
By Tales That Breathe at Night3 months ago in Fiction
Shunned
“Peter! Get ready or you’ll be late for school!” Shouted Peter’s mom from the kitchen downstairs. The teenaged boy got dressed quickly, for fear of inciting his mother’s wraith and exited his room, casting a slight glance at the room down the hall. He always wondered what could be inside. It had been locked ever since he was a child, and no one every went in or out. Shrugging off his curiosity, he dashed downstairs where breakfast was just being served. Peter’s dad was reading the local newspaper, as usual, while Mom prepared a breakfast fit for a king.
By Jesse Leung3 months ago in Fiction
When My Heart Learned His Name
My name is Lila. I’m 21 years old, a second-year university student, and the kind of girl most people walk past without remembering.
By nawab sagar3 months ago in Fiction
IVY
CHAPTER 1 : An Unwelcome Presence It didn’t make sense. Why did this person feel so familiar? Why did he carry this sense of unwanted disturbance? His smile looked harmless, but I knew better. Smiles could be deceiving. I needed to make him go away—or it would be another calamity. I couldn’t afford that again.
By Asha verne3 months ago in Fiction
IVY
Chapter 1: Where the End Begins I woke up with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs. The room was dark. Moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows that twisted across the walls like fingers reaching for me.
By Asha verne3 months ago in Fiction
IVY
Prologue Ivy has spent years rebuilding a life that once burned to ashes—her past hidden, her peace fragile. Just when she begins to believe she’s finally safe, a stranger with ocean‑blue eyes appears at her door, stirring a fear she thought she’d buried forever.
By Asha verne3 months ago in Fiction