Jzt Stories

A man consistently complained to his friends about seeing a strange man standing in his window for over two weeks. Each time, his friends assured him it was merely a recurring dream. The peculiar aspect of the situation was that he resided on the third floor of an apartment building without balconies. One day, disregarding his friends' reassurances, he contacted the apartment manager, explaining the problem. Surprisingly, the manager chuckled and revealed that the window had been improperly installed. The inner surface of the window was reflective, while the outer surface was transparent. So the manager concluded that he was only seeing his own reflection.  He was frightened by the manager’s words because the person he saw was always standing while he was in bed. With that being said, it’s either there’s someone, living in his apartment for the past two weeks or he’s mind was playing tricks on him.

In the late 1800s in Tibet, the Hangman was a figure of dread. He ambushed travelers, branding them with a scorching cattle brander, marking them for death. His victims lived in fear, knowing he'd return. No one knows who he truly was or how he came to be but he never spared anyone he marked. After gruesomely killing his victims, he always cut off their heads as trophies and take them with him. One victim, Alfred, a young traveler , was making his way to his village when was attacked and marked by the hangman. Afraid for his life, he sought refuge in a monastery, but days later, the Hangman found him. Under the starlit night the monks begged the hangman to spare the young man, but with no remorse, he brutally killed the man and cut of his hands and the hands of several monks who tried to stop him. The Hangman vanished, leaving only the legend of his terror to echo through Tibet's valleys.

Less than 30 minutes after he placed an order at a local eatery, he heard a faint knock on the door. He assumed the delivery guy was at the door, so he rushed to open it. Inches away from the door, he felt unease as if something else was outside. Through the peeping hole, he saw two men doing a handstand while being completely still. He went to the window to have a full view of what was happening outside, and the two men were right on his front yard. For a moment, he thought it's a couple of drunk people having a time of their lives, but that suddenly changed when they both started moving around perfectly fine. They were somehow walking with their hands like a normal activity. He wanted to go out and confront them, but they outnumbered him, so he went to get his phone and call the police. On his way back, he called the police and was narrating the situation. Before he could get to the window to see what more was happening, he froze in shock as one of the men had his face pressed up...

They claim to have the unbeatable price on the market, and quite frankly, they do. Their store is always packed with fresh meat and they’ve never complained of shortage. They serve varieties of dishes from both local to intercontinental cuisines, plus their free special Tai meat added to every purchase. For a while, everything was going smoothly until people started noticing the sudden disappearance of homeless people on the streets. Just a couple of months after the opening of the Tai Restaurant, the city’s homelessness rate, which was skyrocketing, began to drop drastically. At first, no one thought anything of it until the restaurant started offering free meals, which most people found unconventional for a restaurant that opened less than a year ago. After numerous complaints by some of the residents, it turns out the disappearance of the homeless was due to specialized programs aimed at relocating homeless people to a better place and getting them honest jobs. But the mystery of th...

While her parents do the baking, Red was in charge of delivering food and also getting supplies. She started delivering orders at the age of twenty and is now sixteen. Their bakery was well known and well loved by all the villagers. One day, a young man locally known as Wolf came by to place an order for a dozen blueberry pies for his grandmother who lives at the edge of town. He paid for the pie and was told it would be delivered tomorrow. The very next day, Red packed the dozen blueberry pies together with other treats which were paid for by others and headed out to deliver them. She started with the ones in the town and when that was done, she made her way to Wolf's grandmother's cottage. On her way there, she met a friendly woodsman who happened to be a regular visitor at the bakery. They were going the same direction so they decided to walk together. Red approached the cottage while the woodsman went nearby to get some wood. When Red got to the cottage, she was greeted by ...

Fully packed and ready for what would likely be one of the biggest steps in her life, Lina could already picture herself with the new breast and hip implants. The flight to Turkey was roughly ten to twelve hours, and they had already been flying for four hours, leaving eight to six hours remaining. The clinic had a lot of positive reviews, and the staff were said to be renowned specialists, so she was less worried about the risks. Lina arrived late but managed to meet up with one of the doctors at the lounge of the hotel she was staying in. They discussed what to expect before the procedure and some minor risks that might come up after the surgery. Risks like vomiting, nausea, headache, and lack of coordination, among many others. All those minor setbacks meant little to Lina considering what she would be having afterward. After the meeting, she returned to her room to get some sleep for her big day tomorrow. The appointment was scheduled for 2:00 p.m., but just to be safe and avoid an...

Late at night, exhausted from work, Ben began to drive home. A few minutes from his workplace, he saw a familiar figure trembling on the sidewalk. He instinctively stopped next to him, and the man got inside. Three minutes after picking up the man, Ben asked, “Are you here for me?” The man replied, “Not quite yet. You don’t need to ask that every time. You’ll know when it’s your turn.” Just before the roundabout, the stranger  signaled for Ben to stop the car. He pointed at a group of people and said, “This time, I came for them.” After the man got out, Ben drove to a safe distance and looked back. Out of nowhere, a truck drove directly at the group and killed them on the spot. He sighed and drove away

The Eirēn sisters lived at the edge of the village and were said to be one of the most beautiful ladies on the island. Although they lost their parents at young age, they managed to survive and grew to be independent women in the village. It was a fishing village, so by that they became fisherwomen. Local market folks mostly purchased from them cause of their low prices, quality of their fishes and the quantity as well. The two sisters weren’t married or had children so most of their time was spilt between their fishing activities and the market side. A couple of the other fishermen hate how low the Eirēn sisters price their fishes. If they continued with such prices, all the market folks would leave them and start buying from the sisters and they just can’t let that happen. A few of them planned to ambush the sisters at sea and later tell the rest of the villagers that the sisters were actually sea creatures who enchanted the fishes they sell to them.   At dawn while the Eirēn sis...

A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. Nothing seemed strange to him, that was until he was making his way back to his car. He figured an eight hour hike was good enough. The sky was already getting dark and he needed to get back, fast. What was odd was how much he didn’t recognize the trail back. He began to panic. Night had already taken over and all he had was a flashlight and no clue on how to get back. He knew it was already too late and too dangerous to keep going through the perilous forest. He began to worry that he would have no shelter for the night when almost luckily enough, he stumbled across a broken-down cabin. It was dark, and seemed like no one had visited it in years, but he knew it was the only place where he could rest until daylight, especially since his flashlight was running out of battery. He knocked on the doo...

He puts on his gloves and protective gear once again to harvest the berries. The deadly nightshade plant is one of the most potent berries known to man, and that's why he's always careful whenever he's around it. 'An astonishing plant created by God himself to aid me on my mission,'  he said, continuing, 'I am an extension of God and with that, it's my duty to cleanse the earth of filth.' He had been doing it for 6 years, and tomorrow would be no different. He carefully squashed and harnessed the juice of the berries until he got a cup full. He went ahead and mixed it with the two bottles of wine. He sighed after a successful harvest. He bathed, had dinner, and said a prayer asking God to bless a humble priest as himself by bringing a lot of people to his church for tomorrow's communion service.

The school bus arrived at the train station, carrying 5 teachers and 20 eager students, all excited to experience the picturesque countryside by train. Each teacher was assigned 5 students to supervise throughout the trip. As the bus sped away, the group quickly made their way into the train car. The school had reserved an entire car for the students to prevent any potential mishaps. After a quick headcount confirmed that everyone was present, they set off on their adventure. Both teachers and students were captivated by the breathtaking views, rolling landscapes, and ranch animals like cattle, horses, and donkeys. Having grown up in the city, this was a rare and delightful experience for them. Armed with Polaroid cameras, they snapped photos of one another, ensuring that each student would have a lasting memory of the day. Several hours later, they returned to the train station, expecting the bus to be waiting for them. Instead, they were met by police officers and anxious parents and...

From morning to evening he reenact the same routine over and over again. His daily routine is very simple. Wake up, make breakfast for himself and his son, walk him to the front yard for the school bus ride and then tidy up the house. After which he set off to work. In the afternoon when he closes from work, he goes to pick up his son from school and they both walk home. They both wash their hands and afterwards he prepares something for his son to eat while his boy takes his bath. At night, he heats up one of the frozen foods in the fridge for both of them. It’s a one bedroom apartment so they both share the same bed and his son prefers sleeping next to him. “He still believes his son is alive and everything is fine. The new shock therapy may be able to snap him out of it if you only you approve of it” Said the psychiatrist to the man’s wife. “ No I want him in this state as punishment for what his mother did to my son “ The wife sobbed not because of her late son or the current of th...

The wind whipped through the desolate mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant cries of the wild. I was a phantom, a shadow, a specter haunting the dreams of the corrupt. They called me Judgment, a name that struck fear into the hearts of the officials who preyed upon the innocent. Disguised in the folds of my weathered robes, I moved with the grace of a panther, unseen and unheard. My blade, a serpent of steel, was ever at my side, ready to strike. I would emerge from the shadows, a specter in the night, and deliver swift and merciless justice. The officials, bloated with corruption, would tremble before me. Their silk robes, once symbols of their power, would soon be stained with their own blood. I would strip them of their ill-gotten gains, their gold and silver, and distribute it to the impoverished villages. I was more than a thief. I was a guardian, a protector of the weak. I would leave cryptic messages, warnings etched in the stone, foretelling their do...

Jake was out at a party, having a great time. As the night wore on, he received a text from his girlfriend, Emily  “I love you! Can’t wait to see you later.”  He replied with a smiley face and a quick  “Love you too.” A few minutes later, he got another text. This one read  “Jake, I’m scared. Someone is in the house.” His heart dropped. He quickly typed back,  “What do you mean? Are you okay?” No response. Panic set in as he tried calling her, but the call went straight to voicemail. Grabbing his keys, he bolted out the door and sped home, dread filling his stomach. With each passing moment, every shadow loomed larger than life. He burst through the door, calling,  “Emily!?” Silence answered him. Looking around the darkened house, fear gripped him. Just then, his phone buzzed again. It was a new text from Emily:  “Jake, I’m right here! Behind you!” He turned around slowly, to find Emily’s dog standing on its back legs wearing Emily’s face.