Jzt Stories

After moving into the neighborhood, the family across the street would always wave at her whenever she was heading out. They seemed really sweet and welcoming. Anytime she planned on formally introducing herself to them, something always came up. This went on for weeks until she finally made up her mind to do so before leaving for work the next day. The following morning, she went over to the neighbors' house to introduce herself. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the house had been abandoned for some time and there was no sign of life in it. Puzzled and confused, she asked her neighbors who lived next door. She was told that each time anyone moves into the neighborhood, they experience the same strange activity. Everyone in the neighborhood had experienced the exact same thing. Although it's somewhat eerie, it is harmless in any sense and form.

A girl home alone with her dog hears noises coming underneath the bed but she was reassured by the dog licking her hand from under the bed. The noise went on for a while but anytime she tried turning on the lights, her dog would lick her hands. In the morning, she finds her dog dead, and a message scrawled in blood saying,  "Ain’t you glad you didn’t turn the lights "

At exactly 2:17 AM every morning, the phone rang. I always answered, hearing only static and faint whispers. One night, I called back. "You shouldn't have done that," came the reply, followed by a chilling laugh. After that, the calls stopped, but I began to hear the whispers in around my house, and in my room. One night, I woke to find a phone on my pillow, ringing. When I picked it up, the voice said,  “I'm here now."  I dropped the phone in panic, but the whispering didn't stop. It was all around me, echoing off the walls. I checked every room, every corner, but found no one. The next day, I disconnected my phone line, but at 2:17 AM, the sound of a ringing phone still filled my ears. I searched for hidden devices, anything that could explain this persistent haunting, but there was nothing.  Then, one night, I decided not to answer, to ignore the sound. But the ringing grew louder, more insistent, until it was unbearable. I couldn't take it anymore; I ...

On Rundle, she crafted profiles with stolen smiles and honeyed words. Her latest match, Mark, was charmed by her wit and beauty. They agreed to meet at a quaint café, but she suggested a secluded park for a more "romantic" setting. As night draped the park in shadows, Mark arrived, eager for love. But under the cover of darkness, her true intentions surfaced. Her laughter turned to a sinister chuckle as she approached, knife glinting in the moon's pale light. Mark's last thought, as he felt the cold steel, was not of love, but of the eerie emptiness in her eyes.  The next day, another profile was ready on Rundle, waiting for its next unsuspecting match.

In the small of Lin, there stood a dilapidated house at the end of Oak Street. Its windows were boarded up, and the paint had long peeled away, revealing the gray, rotting wood beneath. The locals whispered that no one had lived there since the tragic night when the Petersons vanished, leaving behind only their cat, which was found dead on the porch, its eyes wide with terror. One stormy night, a traveler, seeking shelter from the relentless rain, stumbled upon this forsaken place. The door creaked ominously as he pushed it open, revealing a hallway lined with shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. The air was thick with the scent of decay. As he ventured deeper, the whispers began—soft at first, like a distant conversation, but growing louder with every step he took. They didn't sound like words but more like the rustling of leaves or the murmuring of a river, yet they carried an unmistakable sense of urgency, of warning. He reached the living room, where the whispe...

In the dim light of an old, forgotten clinic's waiting room, the chairs were filled with silent figures. Each one sat motionless, their eyes fixed on nothing, as if waiting for an appointment that would never come. The clock on the wall had stopped at 3:33, its hands unmoving, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch further with each passing second. A new visitor, drawn in by an inexplicable need, entered. The air was thick with the scent of mold and something else, something unmistakably human. As they sat down, the figures didn't acknowledge them, but the room grew colder. Whispering began, faint at first, like the rustle of dead leaves.  The whispers grew louder, a chorus of voices from the figures, all speaking in unison,  "We've been waiting for you."  The visitor tried to stand, to leave, but found themselves rooted to the chair, as if they had always been there, another silent figure in the endless wait.

I lived with my stepdad for 4 years after my mom abandoned us and started a new family upstate. It was an awful experience at first, but my stepdad and I pulled through and made the most of it. He cared and loved me as if I were his own. He filled the emptiness left by my mother. We moved to a new city to explore new life and opportunities. I was a shy kid who liked to keep to herself. My dad enrolled me in the best high school in the city. On the second week at the new school, I was sort of bullied by a group of students. At first, I thought it was a one-time thing, but they continued for weeks, and I was so fed up with it that I told my dad. He was enraged, and the following day, he went to the school to make a complaint. Hoping this would calm the situation and get the students off my back, it rather encouraged them to play more dirty games on me. I told my dad about it again, and he just smiled and asked me what would make me happier: switching schools or getting them back. I smile...

I loved late-night train rides home until one autumn evening when the train was eerily empty except for an old woman. As we traveled, lights flickered, and whispers filled the air,  "You shouldn't have boarded tonight." The old woman's unnatural blue eyes met mine as she warned,  "This train isn't bound for where you think."  Panic set in; I wanted to leave at the next stop, but the train didn't slow. It entered a tunnel not on the map, the whispers turning into a mourning chorus. Emerging, the night sky turned into day. The woman vanished, leaving her warning,  "You're one of us now. I've been on this train since, whispering to new passengers, bot to board the train at this hour but no one ever hears me “

A young lady was hired as a babysitter for a family. Her employers had two children, a boy and a girl. Before going over to their house, the parents hadn’t specified the exact number of children she would be watching, so she assumed there were two more. Upon her arrival, she met the parents waiting for her in front of the house, already set to go out. They handed her a note filled with instructions to follow, and then they left. A few minutes after they left, she went through the note, and the instructions were just three brief writings: The back door is already locked, so don’t worry about it If the kids are having trouble falling asleep, there’s cough syrup in the fridge. Give them a spoonful We’ve let the guard dogs out, so please stay inside until we get back Soon after reading the note, the two kids came running downstairs in a game of tag. She had already had a long, stressful day and was not ready for this. She went to the kitchen and brought out the cough syrup. Not sure how to...

Angela loves the sight of cats and everything about felines. She is what you would call a cat person. One day, a stray ginger cat entered her apartment through the window, and she quickly went to pet it. She checked the cat's collar and found the cat's name was Mat. She was so excited that she didn't even notice the mini camera on the collar. She brought the cat some snacks and water, then petted its head and back. After a few minutes, the cat began to walk around the house and the rooms before taking a nap in the hall. Over the course of the week, the cat came around, and most of the time, it just walked around the entire apartment, generally by the windows and doors. Angela continued to feed it more snacks and enjoyed its company. One day, when Angela came back home from work, she found her apartment had been looted. All her valuables and savings were stolen. She rushed to the police station to make a report, and when she got there, she met a man who was also complaining ...

Dressed as a plumber, he knocked on the door, and the owners came out; he told them he had just finished plumbing work for their neighbors and was wondering if they needed help with something. Coincidentally, the owners were having trouble with the kitchen sink, so they invited him into the house to fix it. They took him to the kitchen and showed him where the leakage was. The owners were in a hurry to go to work, so they left the plumber unsupervised for a moment to get ready. He took advantage of that and poured several drops of toxic chemicals into their foods, drinks, and anything edible in the kitchen. He managed to fix the leakage and, before the owners could finish up and pay him, he was gone. Before leaving the neighborhood, he pulled out a list of people who had bullied him back in the day. A list consisting of people's names, addresses, and workplaces, which he intended to find all who were on it and take care of them.

Within a span of six months the fiddlers have successfully victimized 21 people in their twisted sexual conquest. The group of two, supposedly husband and wife, spent their time abducting and forcing people to engage in their sexual fantasies. Most of the victims said the couple took turns putting them in weird positions to please themselves. One of the victims claimed that before the couple had their way with him, they tied him up and injected him with aphrodisiacs, which stimulated his body and left him highly aroused. He narrated how the couple smiled at the sight of him in the aforementioned state before undressing themselves and going down on him for hours nonstop. Some of the female victims got pregnant while most tested positive for STDs. An accurate description of the fiddlers was never made because they were wearing masks the entire time. They were never caught and all information about their whereabouts proved incorrect.

I always loved the quiet of the old cabin in the woods. It was my escape from the chaos of city life, a place where I could breathe and feel the peace of nature. Each visit, I'd spend days lost in books by the fireplace, the only sounds being the crackle of burning wood and the distant hoot of an owl. This time, though, something felt off. The air was colder, the silence more profound. I chalked it up to the changing seasons, but as night fell, unease settled over me like a heavy fog. I decided to read, hoping to lose myself in a story and forget the creeping dread. As I flipped through the pages, my eyes caught something odd. A passage in the book I was reading described the cabin exactly, down to the peculiar knot in the wood above the mantelpiece. "That's strange" I thought,  "I've never read this before."   But the next sentence gave me chills, "Tonight, he will realize he's not alone in the cabin." I looked up, heart pounding. And ther...