Welcome, stranger.
These aren’t just stories. They’re warnings.
Some were whispered in dreams. Others were found in journals… left behind after people vanished.
If you read on, you do so at your own risk. The Storyteller is waiting. And it never forgets a reader.
A woman discovers that her reflection has a life of its own… and it wants out.
Something has changed in the structure—and whatever is up there isn't human.
He lives alone. No landline. No visitors. But every night at 3:14 AM, it plays...
He just stares at the door. Growling. Every single night. At the exact same time.