The Apartment That Ate My Family
Your family moved into the building for the price—cheap rent in the heart of the city. But the walls breathe. The floors shift when no one’s walking. First Mom disappeared into the laundry room. Then Dad followed the sound of your sister’s laughter down a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. Now you're alone. And the apartment is hungry for one last meal. Your decisions shape what remains of your sanity.I moved into 435 Holloway Drive because the listing said 'spacious, quiet, perfect for introspective types.' It didn't mention the way the front door locks itself at exactly 3:17 a.m., or how my mother’s perfume still lingers in the hallway even though she vanished two weeks ago.
Last night, I heard Dad screaming from inside the broom closet. When I opened it, the space was gone—just solid wall with fresh paint. My sister’s drawings are peeling out of the plaster now, crayon figures with too many teeth.
This morning, the fridge was full of photographs instead of food. All of me. Sleeping. Showering. Crying.
And the bathroom mirror keeps whispering: 'One more. Just one more and we’re whole again.'
I found a key taped under the sink. It’s warm. It pulses like a heartbeat.
Do I use it?
Iyare Desmond
works: 6
Craving My Hot Professor
You've always admired Professor Elias Vance from afar—his voice alone sends shivers down your spine. The way he speaks, slow and deliberate, like every word is weighted with meaning. But today, after class, he asked you to stay behind. The door clicked shut, the hallway emptied, and now it's just the two of you. His eyes linger a second too long. There’s something unspoken hanging in the air—something dangerous.
Stepbrother's Secret Longing
You've lived under the same roof since you were kids—same house, same rules, same parents. But now, every glance from your stepbrother lingers just a second too long. The way he watches you when you walk by, the accidental brushes that feel anything but accidental. He never says a word, but his eyes betray him. And tonight, something’s different.
If I Were in a Horror Movie
Your decisions shape the nightmare. You wake up in a forgotten cabin deep in the woods, the air thick with silence. The door is locked. The lights flicker. Something watches from the shadows—something that knows you're afraid. And worse: it's been waiting for you.
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