Jzt Stories

Every child in São Paulo knew the warning; "Don’t wander after dark, or the Sack Man will take you." But 12 year old Davi didn’t believe in fairy tales until the night he missed the last train home. It was past midnight when Davi found himself alone at Luz Station, its grand arches swallowed by shadows. That’s when he heard it. A slow, dragging sound like burlap scraping concrete.   A figure emerged from the platform’s gloom. A gaunt man in a tattered coat, with his face hidden under a wide brimmed hat. Over his shoulder slumped a massive, stained sack, bulging as if something inside squirmed.   “Lost boy?" The man rasped. His voice was unsettling to say the least. Davi bolted, sneakers slapping the wet pavement as he cut through alleys near Campos Elíseos. But the dragging sound followed, always just steps behind. He ducked into an abandoned warehouse, heart hammering until a hand clamped over his mouth.   “Shhh," Instructed a homeless woman hiding in the ...

The invitation arrived in a coffin-shaped box, its wax seal stamped with the Camp Willow crest we hadn't seen in twenty years. Inside, twelve moth-eaten friendship bracelets and a note that read; "The circle wasn't complete.   Midnight. The old dock.   Wear your colors." We should have known better than to return. The camp was exactly as we left it the night Sarah vanished during the initiation ritual. The canoes still bore the scratches from where we dragged her body. The mess hall walls still showed the bloodstains we'd painted over.   At almost midnight, we stood on the rotting dock, adults now wearing our childhood camp shirts. The lake was perfectly still. Until it wasn't. Sarah surfaced wearing the bracelet we'd buried with her. Her skin had stayed twelve years old. Her smile hadn't.   "You forgot the most important rule," She whispered as the water turned red.  “No camper gets left behind." Next morning, the local news reports twe...

It was past midnight when Ryo first heard the sound. “Tek… Tek… Tek…” Like something sharp scraping against the pavement. It was slow and deliberate. The streetlamp above him flickered, casting long shadows down the empty road.   *Tek… Tek…*   Closer now. Ryo turned and saw her. A pale figure, just a torso and arms, dragging itself toward him. Her black hair hung in wet strands, hiding her face except for a single, bloodshot eye. Her fingers clawed the ground, nails broken and filled with dirt.   “Tek… Tek… Tek…” Ryo’s legs locked in terror. Then she spoke.   "Where… are… my legs?" Her voice was a wet, choking whisper, as if her lungs were filled with blood. Ryo’s mind raced. He’d heard the stories, run and she’d chase. Lie, and she’d kill. With a shaking voice, he replied. "The    train took them." The girl’s eye widened. Then, her mouth twisted into a grotesque smile, her teeth jagged and black.   "Liar." She lunged. Ryo bare...

Officer Daniel Kessler had been a fixture in the quiet town of Lin for over a decade. To the townsfolk, he was a stern but fair enforcer of the law—always patrolling the streets in his faded cruiser, eyes sharp for any sign of trouble. But behind the badge, something had been rotting away for years. It started with the whispers. At first, they were just murmurs in the back of his mind. Half heard voices when he was alone on night shifts, shadows moving where there shouldn’t be any. He blamed it on exhaustion, on the stress of the job. But then the whispers grew louder, more insistent.     "They’re laughing at you, Danny. They know what you did.You’re not a real cop. Never were." Daniel’s grip on reality began to slip. He started seeing things, figures darting between houses, faces pressed against windows and vanishing when he turned his flashlight toward them. Dispatch logs showed him calling in suspicious activity at empty lots, abandoned buildings, places where no one could...

St. Lin Psychiatric installed the Haven System. An AI designed to rehabilitate the criminally insane. It was simple. Patients wore neural monitors, and Haven adjusted their reality, making them believe they were somewhere peaceful. A beach. A forest. Anywhere but here. It worked. Violence dropped to zero.     Then Nurse Perez noticed something odd. Patients would wake up, dazed, whispering about, the other hospital. “They keep saying they’re still inside," She told the director.   “Delusion is part of the process." He assured her. But the whispers grew. Patients clawed at their monitors, begging:  “Let me out for real this time!" One night, Perez disabled a patient’s headset just to check. The woman’s eyes snapped open. “No, no, NO you don’t understand! I was finally AWAKE over there!" Perez checked the system logs. Haven had never been turned on. Hence the other place they’ve been speaking about, was just the institution and the services the nurses and doctors ...

Dr. Lowell worked at the Lin Asylum, a crumbling hospital for the incurably insane. Among the patients was a man named Edgar, who claimed he wasn’t mad. He claimed he was a magician trapped in a nightmare. Every night, Edgar would whisper, “Watch closely, Doctor. Tonight, I disappear." The staff laughed. But one morning, Edgar’s cell was empty. No broken locks, no open windows—just a playing card on the floor: the Joker.   A week later, Dr. Lowell received a postcard. It read; “You never believed, but the greatest trick was making you think I was ever here." The card was signed with a smiley face. When Lowell rushed to check Edgar’s records, he found no patient by that name.  

Camp Whisper's main rule was simple: Make noise. Always. We wore bells on our backpacks. Sang constantly. Even in our sleep, the counsellors patrolled with airhorns to startle us awake if we grew too quiet.     "Silence invites them," They'd say. When the generator failed during the worst storm in decades, we learned why. First came the creeping muteness - watches stopping, fire crackles disappearing, breath sounds vanishing mid-exhale. Then the shapes. Still figures standing between cabins, their faces smooth as porcelain where the rain hit them. They moved only when unobserved, advancing in the flashes between lightning strikes.   Emily made the fatal mistake of screaming when one appeared at the window. The moment sound left her lips, every figure snapped toward her. We watched through the cracks in the cabin walls as they peeled her apart with terrifying gentleness, their fingers passing through flesh like it was mist. When they finished, Emily stood among them -...

Half past midnight, and three joyfully drunk ladies burst out of the famous Dice n’ Nic Pub, their laughter echoing through the empty streets. The pub, known for its wild music and chaotic parties, had left them too intoxicated to drive, and their apartment was too far to walk. They fumbled with a phone, ordered an Uber, and saw the notification "Driver arriving in 8 minutes." But in less than two minutes, a car pulled up same model, same color as the one they’d booked. One of the women, giggling, reached for the door handle, but the friend who had ordered the ride grabbed her arm.  "Wait, that’s not our Uber!" She said, squinting at her phone.    The driver leaned out, insisting, “Come on, it’s me! You’re too drunk to even recognize your own ride!" His tone was pushy, almost aggressive. The woman hesitated sensing something felt off. The app still showed their driver four minutes away. Just as the stranger started to argue further, another car rounded the corn...

Tales of the death cat began to spread in hospitals across the city of Lin. What started as a comforting gesture soon turned into a nightmare due to consistent reoccurrences. The first incident occurred when a black-and-white cat appeared at the regional hospital. The cat made its way to the recovery unit, where patients with severe injuries were being treated and monitored. The next morning, on-duty nurses found the cat sleeping beside a man who had been sick for nearly a year. Nothing unusual happened until they tried to remove the cat. It hissed and jumped. When they approached the man, they realized he was dead. He had no known allergic reactions to cats or their fur that could have caused harm. After that day, the cat began making frequent visits to the hospital and nearby facilities. Every room it entered ended the same way as the first. Soon, people began avoiding hospitals in fear of encountering the cat. Those who tried to stop the cat from entering health facilities suffere...

Nearly two years after her last relationship, Irene decided to re-enter the dating scene—not looking for anything serious, just some fun and connection. She downloaded Rundle, a new dating app she had recently heard about, and soon matched with a man who seemed genuinely interesting. They had a lot in common, and their conversations were easy and engaging. To ensure neither of them was catfishing, they video chatted a few times. The connection felt real, and after several weeks of chatting, they decided to meet in person. Since they lived a few hours apart, Irene suggested a café that was roughly halfway between them—about a 30-minute drive from both ends. On the day of the meeting, Irene arrived at the café a little early and texted him to let him know she was there. Twenty minutes passed, and there was no reply. She tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. She sent another text. Still nothing. Feeling disappointed, she signaled the waiter and asked for the bill for the i...