Twisted Tales

The mansion stood at the edge of the city like a faded dream, high above the rest of the world. Its walls held secrets that were whispered but never spoken aloud. The grand chandelier in the foyer caught the last rays of the setting sun, casting an amber glow over everything. But there were no […]

The night was thick, suffocating in its stillness, broken only by the distant murmur of the city’s insomniac heart. I walked, weary and disoriented, through the fog-laden streets, the unyielding weight of the day still pressing down on me like a shroud. The hour had long since passed when the sounds of life should have

From the earliest days of my life, I was haunted—though I did not know it then—by a peculiar affliction, or perhaps a curse, depending on one’s perspective. It was not a physical ailment, no. It was something far more insidious, far more pervasive. I could hear the thoughts of others. At first, I thought it

It was thirty-three years ago—an anniversary I never mark, nor care to recall—that I last spoke a word. Thirty-three years since the words that sealed my fate, that ended my existence as it was known, echo through my every thought, hollow and damning. “Do you have any last words before I take you?” snarled the