I’ve been driving lorries for twelve years now, mostly night shifts on the M6 between Manchester and Glasgow. I’m telling you this because I need you to understand—I’m not some kid who spooks easily. I’m forty-three, I’ve seen plenty of…
People say danger announces itself with noise, but the night she knocked on my door, everything was quiet enough to hear my own breath. I lived in a small town outside Nagpur in 2019. My parents were away for a…
I first noticed something wrong when I came home and my living room smelled like someone else’s breath. I told myself it was nothing. I had just finished another night shift at the small supermarket outside town, and my head…
I saw my reflection in the monitor long after the screen went dark. For a second, Luka thought it was just lag. He’d been gaming for six hours straight, lights off, blinds drawn, the pale glow of the monitor painting…
“I saw my reflection smile before I did.” The first time it happened, Anna thought she was just tired. The old house in the English countryside had that kind of quiet that felt too heavy, too aware. Her parents had…
I heard footsteps above me—but I live alone. The sound came slow, dragging through the ceiling like someone pacing in circles.Old wood groaned, dust fell from the corners.At first, I thought it was wind.Until the pacing stopped.Right above where I…
I didn’t notice him the first night, or the second. It took time before I realised the shape behind me wasn’t coincidence. Back in 2009, I was sixteen and worked a part-time job at a bakery in a small town…
I was sixteen when it happened, walking home from my part-time job at Tesco in Bristol. It was early October, so the sun was already setting by the time my shift ended at half-five. Looking back, I realize I should…
I’m twenty-three, work at a call centre in Manchester, and I thought the worst part of my weekend would be sitting through my mate’s wedding in the Lake District. I mean, don’t get me wrong—I was happy for Dave—but I…
The fog pressed against the edges of the old farmhouse like a living thing. Every window swallowed the weak evening light, and the wind carried whispers that weren’t entirely the wind. Inside, the hallway smelled faintly of damp wood and…
The first time Arjun heard it, he thought he was imagining things. He was sitting alone on the rooftop of his apartment in Mumbai, the city lights flickering below like scattered stars, when a voice murmured his own thoughts back…