In a world consumed by famine, ash, and silence, a solitary mother trudges through the desolate landscape, cradling a bundle wrapped in cloth. To outsiders, it appears to be her child the last flicker of hope in a dying world. To her, it represents everything. She fights for it. She endures hu...

When Nia wakes in a crumbling ruin, hunted by Nightmares, she remembers only one thing: she died. In this strange world called the Dream, the rules shift, the monsters wear familiar faces, and a single comforting presence will be the first crack in her unraveling mind. Elsewhere, Dio meets a youn...

After a traumatic experience at her old school, she believed moving to the remote countryside would give her peace. But it didn't last when she read a horror story in a mobile app. The terror within those pages bled into reality. With the curse that strikes even in broad daylight, survival become...

I promise you, we are all totally fine. Please carry on with your day. But remember, WE ARE BEAUTIFUL.

KNOCK KNOCK is a series of one-chapter horror stories. Pearlyn M. midnight writing hours.

Karina never believed in superstition. Raised in a steel and glass city where the only monsters wore suits. She's all sharp edges, logic, and late nights. But when her grandmother who lives alone falls gravely ill, Karina leaves behind her digital life to care for her in Aklan, a village so remot...

writing this letter and putting it on your locker please don't ignore

The entity operates like a virus. She resides comfortably between good memories, eating them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Those blessed with her presence recites the past and longs for what-if scenarios. Stay curious enough, and she will entertain you with those thoughts. When the hos...

The kids are laughing, the choir is singing. And just like last year, all is well.

I'm a shut in. I'm a (CENSORED) addict. Everyday I strap myself into a VR headset and have (CENSORED) (CENSORED) until I'm totally (CENSORED). I piss crypto. I am carnally involved with spreadsheets. Except none of that is true. You see, I'm not just a great writer. I dream in torn pages, of f...