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.I never believed in haunted places—until I woke up here.
The cabin smells like wet ash and old blood. My phone’s dead. The windows won’t break. Outside, the trees sway without wind.
Then I hear it: a soft knock from inside the closet. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just… patient.
I tell myself it’s nothing. Just pipes. Just animals. But my hands won’t stop shaking.
The knocking stops. Silence. Then—a whisper through the crack: 'Let me show you what’s under your skin.'
My breath catches. This isn’t real. It can’t be.
But what if it is?
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.
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.
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.
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