These are not stories. They are echoes. Stories born from neighborhoods, myths, memories, and the things we refuse to name until it’s too late.
Browse carefully. Some of these worlds are still watching.
Urban Horror
Myth & Folklore
Found Documents
The Second-Hand Son
The coffee in Park Trails tastes like battery acid and broken dreams. It’s the kind of suburb where the silence doesn’t feel peaceful; it feels like a collective holding of breath. Usually, the biggest scandal around here is a dispute…
When God Ignored His Children
“Our seed did not grow, we prayed Our God did not see, we cried Our love did not last, we hurt And then The Butcher came…” Terry heard this story every night as a child. His mother, Linda, told him…
What The Concrete Keeps
Everyone remembers the night the sidewalk cracked, but nobody agrees on when it really happened. Officially, it was after the fire trucks left. After the hoses lay coiled on the curb like shed skins. After the building on the corner…
The Story Monster 