"Some stories don’t end when the telling is over. They coil in the silence between heartbeats, slip into your dreams, and wait—patient as a shadow—for you to remember them. This is a place for those tales. The kind whispered in empty hallways, half-heard through static, or scratched into the margins of old journals. True horrors, forgotten folklore, and original nightmares, all wrapped in the hush of midnight. Press play… if you dare to carry them with you."


"The night isn’t empty. It’s listening."