Jzt Stories

 Saint Lin Catholic Boys School sits between the shoe factory and the old cemetery. Just like any other boys' school, Saint Lin has its fair share of mischievous, delinquent and brilliant students. The school has been around for nearly thirteen decades and is known for strict standards and deeply rooted Catholic teachings and traditions. Just like every other school, Saint Lin has quite a handful of lores that go beyond the grounds of the school, but the most renowned one amongst them all is the Wayward Triplets. No original background story is known about the trio, but first sightings dated back to the early years of the school. According to former students, teachers and Catholic priests, the triplets were former students of the school who mysteriously disappeared. Despite their bodies never being found, and no family members ever showing up, the institute held a mass for them. Strange enough, teachers and stationed priests during that period had no recollection of accepting enrol...

  The jackrabbit was a real asshole. Everyone in the forest knew it. He bragged constantly about being the fastest animal alive. And unfortunately, nobody could really argue with him. Every race ended the same way: the jackrabbit crossed the finish line first while everyone else arrived behind him, exhausted and humiliated. But winning wasn't enough for him. He wanted everyone to know he had won. Every few days, he'd challenge someone new to a race not because he had anything to prove, but because he enjoyed rubbing it in. Then one day, the box turtle finally got tired of listening. "Why not? I'll race you" The    turtle said. The jackrabbit stared at him. Then he burst out laughing. "Seriously? You want to race me?" He said. The turtle nodded. The jackrabbit grinned. "Alright. Let's go." The race began and the jackrabbit disappeared down the path, leaving the box turtle crawling slowly through a cloud of dust. It wasn't even close. Of ...

   Dorian pushed through the thick jungle bushes with a bright smile on her face. “Come on, Boots! We have to get to Rainbow Mountain before Swiper steals the Crystal Map!” Beside her, her cheerful monkey friend clapped excitedly as they crossed a wooden bridge over a roaring river, sang to open a mysterious gate, and followed a trail of glowing arrows through the forest. Every time they faced danger, Dorian turned toward the trees and asked for help, waiting patiently as if hundreds of invisible friends were answering her. At last, Dorian reached the top of Rainbow Mountain, where Swiper was waiting with the Crystal Map in his hands. “Swiper, no swiping!” She shouted three times. Swiper groaned, dropped the map, and disappeared into the bushes. Dorian laughed and hugged Boots as fireworks exploded across the sky. “We did it! We did it! Hooray!” She sang, spinning happily beneath the colorful lights. Outside the small padded room, two nurses stood watching through the narrow g...

  Three brothers had built three houses in the forest. One from straw, one from wood, and one from brick after leaving their father's farm. According to the brothers, a vicious wolf had been stalking them, destroying their homes and forcing them to hide in the strongest house. Whenever a villager disappeared near the forest, the brothers blamed the wolf. Over time, the tale became a warning to children: never wander into the forest, because the Big Bad Wolf might find you. But the truth was far more disturbing. There had never been a wolf. The three brothers were secretly cannibals, and they had discovered that blaming an imaginary creature was the perfect way to hide their crimes. Travelers who stopped at their houses for food or shelter would mysteriously disappear. The brothers would lock the doors, silence their victims, and later tell the villagers that the wolf had attacked them. They even planted enormous paw prints around the forest to make the story believable. Their favor...

   No one knew why they chose to come to the small village of Lin, but one thing was clear: Humfrey and Dumfrey were big trouble. A few weeks after their arrival, they had established dominance in the village as its most notorious criminals. They started off small, from being pickpockets and con artists to straight up home invasions, broad daylight robberies, and forcefully taking ownership of shops and houses. In between their rampage, they rebranded themselves as Humpty and Dumpty, and declared their minions who terrorised the village in their name as the King’s Men and Horses. The people of the village tried several times and in several ways to drive Humpty and Dumpty out, but they were unable to. After months of failed attempts, the villagers came together and agreed to take drastic action against the gang. The plan was simple: lure the gang in with a fake celebration in their honour, get them drunk as much as possible, and when they were beyond intoxication, put them in a...

  Every morning, Daniel took the 6:42 bus to work. One Monday, he noticed a little boy sitting alone at the back. He wore a yellow shirt and carried a blue backpack. The strange thing was that the boy never moved. He only stared at Daniel. This continued for a week. One evening, Daniel passed a roadside memorial and froze. The photograph on it was the same boy. Michael Ayi 2009–2018. The boy had been dead for eight years. The next morning, Daniel refused to take the bus. But when he reached the bus stop, the little boy was standing there. Daniel ran. That night, he found the boy's blue backpack outside his apartment. Inside was an old photograph of the bus and Daniel was in it. But the photograph had been taken eight years ago. On the back of it, someone had written: “You promised you'd come back for me.” The next morning, Daniel boarded the bus and like always the he boy was waiting. Daniel sat beside him. "Why me?" The boy looked at him and whispered: "Because ...

  The bus was almost empty. It was past midnight, and the driver had been on the highway for nearly two hours. There were only six passengers left. Then the driver saw two bright lights in the distance. He slowed down. "Another car," He muttered. The lights were approaching quickly. Too quickly. One of the passengers, an old man sitting at the back, suddenly stood up and shouted. "Stop the bus." The driver laughed. "What?" "Stop the bus and turn off the lights and engine. Now." The old man's voice was trembling. Everyone turned toward him. He pointed through the windshield. "Those aren't headlights." The driver looked again. The two lights were moving perfectly side by side. No vehicle.  No road noise. Just two enormous glowing circles racing toward them. The driver accelerated. The lights accelerated too. The passengers began screaming. The driver swerved left. The lights moved left. He swerved right. They moved right. "Th...