night-stories

  The Last Broadcast (Final Part) The Tennessee Safe Zone wasn't what Sarah had imagined. Not a fortress or military compound, but a university campus converted to a makeshift community. Chain-link fences topped with barbed wire encircled the perimeter, watchtowers constructed from scaffolding and plywood stood at strategic points. Armed guards—some military, most civilian volunteers—patrolled day and night. Three weeks had passed since their arrival. Three weeks of sleeping in a repurposed dormitory room, standing in ration lines, and avoiding the gazes of other survivors who carried the same haunted look Sarah saw in her own reflection. "Mommy, look!" Emma tugged at Sarah's sleeve, pointing toward the cafeteria garden where volunteers tended rows of vegetables under the late spring sun. "Miss Chen is teaching the kids again." Captain Gloria Chen—whose steady voice had guided them here—stood surrounded by a dozen children, demonstrating how to plant tom...

  The Last Broadcast PART2 Sarah killed the radio and held her breath. The familiar crunch of gravel under slow, dragging footsteps filtered through the basement's tiny window. She pulled Emma closer, the child's sleeping form warm against her chest. The farmhouse had been secure for nearly two weeks, but nothing stayed safe for long anymore. The ham radio had been her mother's bizarre hobby—one that Sarah had mocked gently during holiday visits. Now it was their lifeline, their only connection to whatever remained of the world outside. For three nights, she'd heard Ellis's broadcasts, each one more desperate than the last. Tonight's had ended with gunshots. "Mommy?" Emma stirred against her, voice thick with sleep. "Was that Daddy?" Sarah forced a smile. "Yes, baby. Daddy's still at work. He's helping people." "When's he coming home?" Sarah's throat tightened. "Soon," she whispered, smoothi...

  The Last Broadcast PART 1 The emergency broadcast system hadn't been activated in two days. Ellis took that as a bad sign. He sat in the cramped radio booth, headphones pressed against his ears, scanning frequencies for any sign of life. Static crackled through the headset like distant gunfire. Outside, the setting sun painted the abandoned parking lot in shades of crimson and gold—beautiful, if you could ignore the shambling figures casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. "Day seventeen," Ellis spoke into the microphone, his voice hoarse from disuse. "This is WKRP Cincinnati, broadcasting on all emergency frequencies. If anyone can hear this, respond. Please." He paused, listening to the void. Nothing. Same as yesterday. Same as the day before. The station generator hummed steadily beneath his feet. Enough fuel for another week, maybe two if he rationed carefully. The vending machine down the hall had been picked clean three days ago. His stomac...

**The Forgotten Lullaby**    Every night, just as I drift into the quiet embrace of sleep, a faint melody fills my room. A soft, sorrowful lullaby, played by an old music box. But there's one problem... I don’t own a music box. At first, I dismissed it as a trick of my mind, a sound born from the edge of dreams. But last night, the melody grew louder, pulling me from sleep. My heart pounded as I sat up, scanning the dimly lit room. Then, I saw it—a small wooden box resting on my nightstand, where nothing had been before. I reached out with trembling fingers and lifted the lid. The melody poured out, wrapping around me like a forgotten memory. But as the gears turned, something else happened. The air shifted, and the shadows in the room deepened. My reflection in the mirror wavered, and for a moment, I wasn’t looking at myself—I was looking at someone else. A girl with wide, sorrowful eyes. Her lips moved soundlessly as if she were trying to speak, but no words came. Then, t...

    The Mystery of the Black Shadow: A Nighttime Tale from  the Haunted Forest In a small village called "Valley of Shadows," the residents lived in constant fear of a mysterious black shadow that appeared every night. The shadow would move swiftly between the trees and disappear suddenly without a trace. No one knew the source of this shadow, but everyone believed it to be an evil spirit haunting the forest. The village was surrounded by a dense forest, where tall trees blocked the sunlight during the day and made the nights even darker. The villagers avoided going out at night and tightly closed their windows and doors at sunset. But one night, a brave young woman named "Nora" decided to uncover the secret of this black shadow. Nora was a twenty-year-old girl with great curiosity and rare courage. She had heard tales of the black shadow since childhood, but she didn't believe them. She thought there must be a logical explanation for the shadow and decided to ...

  The Lost City of Shadows On a moonlit night, while the world rested in the calm of the night, a city appeared suddenly on the map, one that had never been mentioned before: a place called "Horizon Shadows." It could only be seen when viewed from a particular angle on the map, as if defying the laws of nature. News of this strange phenomenon spread quickly, and several adventurers decided to explore it. Among them were "Laila," a brave girl with a passion for mysteries, and "Omar," her friend who doubted the supernatural but loved challenges. As they approached the city, the atmosphere felt strange; thick fog blanketed the streets, and an eerie silence was broken only by the sound of their footsteps. Upon entering, they felt as though time itself was slowing down, as if they had stepped into another dimension. In the center of the city, they found a giant clock frozen at the number "13." Beneath it was an inscription that read: "Every a...