Faces Out of Step: The Endless Descent
I shouldn’t be telling you this, but beneath the mud and wire of an old war, there’s a stairwell that leads to places and faces you’re not meant to see—some of them might even be your own.
The Carnival Where Names Vanish
I once heard about the old carnival where silence holds its breath and a melody waits beneath the dust, ready to claim the names of those who listen.
The Multiplying
I don’t believe this, but I suppose you deserve to hear what really happened that summer, when the vacant lot at the end of the cul-de-sac started to attract more than stray cats and lost baseballs. Shadows can’t multiply, can they?
The Locket’s Breath: A Tale from Beneath the Hill
I once heard of a child who kept a dangerous secret, trapped beneath a hill where the shadows breathe and the lantern’s flame flickers even when no wind stirs.
The Locket and the Vermin Choir
“I once heard a story about a school where names and secrets were carved deep, and a child’s game invited something that would not sleep. Laugh if you like, but the echoes still linger.”
The Map With No End
I once heard of a teacher who led his students into an overgrown cemetery, chasing a riddle left in his mailbox. It was just a game until the shadows started watching, and I still cannot say how I made it out.
Numbers That Haunt the Rain
I don’t believe this, but there’s a story in our city everyone pretends not to know — about a storm, looping alleyways, and a bell that tolls for no one.
Echoes Between the Beacons
I once heard of a rational teacher trapped on a ship where the doll only moved when you looked away. Apparently, they tried to laugh it off. That laughter’s still echoing, if you listen.
Letters From the Hum
“I once read a series of letters hidden in a forgotten book, and though the world will try to forget what happened in that humming factory, the words still echo for those who listen.”
The Lantern Beneath the Forgotten Line
I once heard a soldier’s tale of a city’s buried tracks, a letter whose stains never dried, and the endless return to a tunnel no map dares recall. It was just a game until the package came—and after that, nothing felt real, not even daylight.