Jzt Stories

  Arthur brought the corroded bell home and gave it a single, playful shake. The sound was flat and loud. He felt a brief shiver. That evening, while brushing his teeth, he saw a tall, grey blur in the bathroom mirror. When he turned, there was nothing but his laundry basket. He couldn’t look at a corner without seeing long, spindly fingers curling around the doorframe. Every time Arthur whipped his head around, the entity slipped just out of view. His heart rate stayed at a steady 110 bpm. He hadn't slept more than two hours; every time he drifted off, he felt a cold presence standing directly behind his headboard. Exhaustion turned into a physical weight. Arthur tried to sleep in a brightly lit room, but as soon as his eyes closed, the silence was broken. It wasn't a bell anymore; it was the sound of heavy, wet breathing right against his ear. If he opened his eyes, the room was empty. If he kept them closed, he felt a leathery hand hovering an inch above his face. Arthur’s r...

Mr. Harlan owned Harlex, a six floor apartment building in the buzzing city of Lin. The building was new and laced with the most modern elements. Rent was low, but tenants never stayed long. Complaints about noises, tin walls and what not. Harlan hated turnover. New ads, new checks, new complaints. He wanted steady money, quiet people who paid on time and asked no questions. One evening, Harlan found a way. He bought a small vaporiser device easy to hide in the basement near the main air intake for the building’s newly installed air system. No one checked the vents. He mixed in a clear, odorless liquid he got from a dark corner contact: a synthetic opioid, stronger than fentanyl, designed to hook fast through lungs. Tiny amounts, diluted in water, turned to mist. Just enough to make people feel calm, happy, sleepy. Craving more. The kind of high that makes you forget bills, jobs, moving plans. At first, nothing obvious. Tenants in 2B, the young couple, stopped arguing. They smiled more...

  The robber ran out of the jewellery store with a bag full of jewels. His name was Marcus. He wore a mask and held a gun. His bag was full of gold and diamonds. Police sirens were already loud in the distance. Just outside the store he saw a man, Alex, walking nearby. Marcus pressed the gun to Alex’s head. “Get in the car and drive or I shoot you now!” Marcus shouted. Alex looked afraid. “Please… I have a daughter,” He said. But inside, a cold plan was ready. He had waited years for a chance like this.  They jumped into the black car. Alex drove. Marcus sat with the gun pointed. The car raced away. Soon they reached a busy road. School children in bright yellow vests waiting to cross the street with a teacher standing nearby. Alex saw them and pushed the gas hard. The car jumped the curb. It hit the children. Bodies flew. Screams stopped suddenly. Alex felt the terrible bumps under the wheels. He hit people on the sidewalk too. Blood hit the glass. Marcus screamed,  “Sto...