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Final Chapter

Posted by Devin Jonathan on December 19, 2024

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Mia had always loved live streaming. With thousands of followers on her channel, MiaLive, she was building a name for herself by streaming late-night chats and gaming marathons. Tonight was no different—she’d planned a special Halloween stream, where she’d play horror games and share spooky stories with her audience. She set up her camera, adjusted her ring light, and hit “Go Live.” The chat quickly filled with her usual viewers, their usernames lighting up the screen with excited messages: [ShadowHunter22]: "Let’s gooo!" [LunaLove]: "I’ve been waiting all day for this!" [GhostlyOne]: "Tell us something really scary, Mia." Mia grinned. “Alright, guys, ready to get spooked? Let’s dive in!” She launched into a game and began narrating her playthrough, laughing and chatting with her audience. About an hour in, something strange happened. [UnknownUser]: "Look behind you." Mia chuckled, assuming it was a troll. “Nice try. I’m not falling for that one...

The Whispering Shadows

It was a cold November evening when Emma found herself alone in her family’s sprawling, creaky old house. Her parents had left for a weekend getaway, and her older brother was out camping with friends. The house, nestled at the edge of a dense forest, felt unnaturally quiet as Emma curled up on the couch, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone. The first strange occurrence was subtle: the sound of faint, rhythmic tapping. She dismissed it as tree branches brushing against a window, even though she’d closed all the windows earlier. The tapping grew louder, more insistent, as if someone were drumming their fingers on the glass. Emma’s unease deepened. She decided to check, clutching a flashlight tightly in her hand. As she approached the living room window, her breath caught. On the outside of the frosted glass, a small, pale handprint slowly appeared, pressing against the pane. Emma froze, staring at the impossible sight. The print faded away before her eyes. “It’s just my ima...

Midnight Tales

Darren hated the midnight shifts, but someone had to finish the quarterly reports, and his boss had made it clear it was his turn. His office was on the 15th floor of an old high-rise, the kind of place where the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, and the elevators creaked ominously. Most of his coworkers left by 6 PM, leaving him alone in the sprawling, dimly lit office. The first few hours passed without incident. Darren buried himself in spreadsheets and drowned out the eerie quiet with his headphones. By 1 AM, the silence felt heavier, oppressive even, and the building's usual background noises seemed louder—the groaning pipes, the hum of the air conditioning, and... was that a faint tapping sound? He pulled off his headphones. The tapping continued, steady and rhythmic, coming from somewhere behind him. He turned his chair slowly, his eyes scanning the rows of empty cubicles. Nothing. Just the faint glow of the emergency exit signs and the shadows cast by the moonlight seepin...

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