Jzt Stories

   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...

  Sofia’s voice had been ruined by illness for years. Alone and emotionally scattered by memories of how incredible her voice once was, she decided to drown her tears in wine. During her time alone, someone knocked on her door. At the door stood a strange little boy in a pristine black suit. Before Sofia could ask if he was lost or send him away, he spoke in a childish tone. “I heard you crying, and I came to sell you a magic candy. It will give you a much better voice, but there’s a small price, which you won’t have to pay now.” Sofia was not particularly fond of children, and at that moment, she was going through an emotional and mental breakdown. So, she accepted the candy without asking what the price was or when she would have to pay it. She took the candy, shut the door immediately, and went back to sobbing. She unwrapped the candy, shoved it into her mouth, and continued drinking the wine until she passed out. She woke up with a hangover and a throbbing headache, her phone b...

  A famous skeptic decides to destroy the Candy Man myth once and for all by spending an entire night inside the old Lin abandoned park where dozens of alleged sightings have occurred. He brings cameras, infrared equipment, security guards, psychologists and a massive livestream audience. At midnight, he confidently says Candy Man five times into a mirror. Nothing happens. Hours pass without a single supernatural event, and by morning he's celebrating what he calls the greatest paranormal hoax ever exposed.  Then viewers begin flooding the livestream chat with the same message: “Who is standing beside you?” The skeptic looks around. Nobody is there. But every camera shows the same tall figure standing inches from him. When one security guard walks through the figure, he suddenly collapses, bleeding from his nose and ears. The skeptic desperately tries to shut down the livestream, but the cameras won't turn off. Instead, the figure begins moving closer to the lenses. The skepti...

   The man had been following James since the train station. They both dropped at the bus shelter, cornered, James waited for the man to attack and do his worst to him. Instead, cold rushed in like floodwater. A figure appeared at the far end of the shelter. It had no neck, no shoulders beginning, just a void where a head should be, and it was moving toward both of them with terrible purpose. The attacker screamed first, a sound that didn’t sound human. He ran to the approaching bus without looking back, but he could hear the thing following at a slow pace. The bus pulled up and both James and would be attacker fell inside gasping. The driver didn’t seem to notice his shaking hands or the way he kept glancing at the window. No one had gotten on after him

    The current had her past the buoys and going under for the third time when someone got an arm around her chest and hauled her sideways out of the pull, shouting instructions the whole way in a steady lifeguard cadence. “Kick, don’t fight it, kick.” She didn’t have air left to obey, only survival, and the arm around her held firm, unyielding as a rope, dragging her out of that blue black corridor where her arms had stopped listening. The voice was calm in a way that made no sense in the chaos, not panicked the way she would have been or the way she would have expected anyone to be, just steady and certain. “You’re going to make it, stop fighting the water, kick toward me.” She kicked. Her lungs were closing. The arm didn’t let go. When she washed up on the sand ten yards down the beach, she was still coughing, still alive, already turning to thank whoever had held her together in the water. The actual lifeguard was sprinting toward her from his stand a hundred yards up the ...