Jzt Stories

  At 2:47 a.m., the whistle came again, but this time James was ready. He stood in the hallway with Liam beside him, both holding heavy wooden bats. At the end of the corridor stood the suited man, perfectly still, his black eyes fixed on them. “You really think you can fight me?” He whispered. James looked at Liam and nodded. Liam suddenly threw a glass against the wall, making the man turn his head for a split second. James charged. The bat slammed into the man's shoulder, sending him crashing against the wall. Liam immediately struck him across the back. The suited man screamed not like a human, but like several voices shouting at once. For the first time, the terrifying figure looked afraid. They attacked him together. James struck his legs while Liam hit his arms, forcing him to the floor. Every time one of them blinked, the man tried to disappear, but the other kept attacking. “Don't let him stand up!” James shouted. The suited man crawled toward the darkness at the end o...

  A man woke up beneath an old underpass with no memory of how he got there. The only thing he remembered was a childhood promise: whenever life became difficult, he and his three best friends would meet there and talk about it. To his surprise, his friends were already waiting for him. They looked exactly as he remembered them, but something felt wrong. None of them had aged. When he asked why they were still there after all these years, one friend simply replied, “Because you never came back.” The man suddenly remembered a terrible car accident and began screaming. He woke briefly in a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors. He had been in a coma for six years. His friends had died in the crash, and he was the only survivor. But when his eyes closed again, he was back beneath the underpass and this time, his friends were standing behind him.

    The old lady becomes so popular among taxi drivers and most people who have their personal cars that drivers start slowing down whenever they approach the junction, hoping she will choose them. Even drivers who carried her the previous night become excited when they see her again. She always enters with a gentle smile and says, "Take me home." But every driver notices something strange: after dropping her off, they cannot remember exactly where her destination was. They remember the conversation perfectly but cannot remember the street, the house, or how they returned to the main road. Eventually, one driver secretly records the entire journey. When he watches the recording the next morning, his heart stops. The old lady is not sitting in the back seat. The camera shows him talking and laughing alone for almost forty minutes. Tho unsettling he has never seen himself that much happier. He went back every night hoping to experience new lost memories.

   A woman renting out her luxury apartment discovers a guest dead in bed after checkout. Police determine that he died naturally. Several months later, another guest dies in exactly the same room. Again, there is no obvious evidence of murder. The landlord begins reviewing the apartment’s history and notices that every victim stayed in the same bedroom. She installs hidden cameras before the next booking. During the night, the camera records something impossible: the bedroom door slowly opening even though the electronic lock says it never opened. A shadow enters the room, stays for several minutes, and leaves. The police eventually discover a concealed access panel behind the wardrobe leading into the building’s ventilation system. Someone has been secretly entering the apartment between bookings. But the killer isn’t targeting random guests. Each victim had previously been involved in a different crime that was never solved. The Airbnb is being used as a private execution c...

    Every few months, another man is publicly accused by 22 year old Anita. Some are arrested, some are beaten by relatives, and others flee town. Anita becomes a local celebrity and an outspoken symbol of women being believed. But a group of women quietly begin noticing inconsistencies in her stories. After Anita is found murdered, suspicion immediately falls on the men she accused. However, the women who supposedly supported Anita provide perfectly matching alibis. The twist: they had planned the murder together for months, believing the justice system would never punish her because everyone automatically assumed the killer would be an angry man.

 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 ...