The lighthouse had been abandoned for decades, its beacon long extinguished. On a dare, I climbed its spiraling stairs one stormy night, hoping to prove the stories wrong. But as I reached the top, a single light flickered on, casting eerie shadows across the crashing waves. The air grew thick with a salty chill, and I heard faint cries for help ca

I was brushing my teeth when I noticed something strange in the bathroom mirror a faint, misty face staring back at me from behind the fog. At first, I thought it was a trick of the steam, but the face grew clearer, its eyes cold and hollow. It didn’t belong to anyone I knew, yet it felt oddly familiar, like a forgotten memory trying to break thr

The garden maze behind the old estate was a popular attraction during the day, but at night, it became something else entirely. One evening, I stayed late and found myself trapped inside as the sun set. The paths I’d taken twisted and shifted, and the familiar exit disappeared. The maze wasn’t just confusing it was alive, rearranging itself to

Every night, just as the clock strikes midnight, the basement door emits a blood-curdling scream that pierces through the silence of the house. At first, I thought it was a prank or the wind catching the old wood. But the sound is too distinct human, desperate, filled with agony. It wakes me from deep sleep, leaving me shaking and drenched in cold