The Novella Life of Illuscia Nester Himawari

I remember back in my teen years, I heard some sort of urban legend that goes on near a hiking area in my hometown. During the day time, it's perfectly normal, with its usual 8 routes to choose from to hike to the top of the hill. But when it gets dark or you get caught in a foggy afternoon close to the twilight hours, that's where you will find a 9th trail that appears out of nowhere. They say that you will know you have ventured into the 9th trail when the trees are so thick, no sunlight can penetrate it, and you only hear the sound of crows cawing. If you noticed these signs, it is advised to turn back and retrace your steps, and whatever you do, do not react at the slightest sound you hear no matter what. Pretend as if you don't hear anything, keep your eyes straightforward on the road to back track to the original starting point, and if you are traveling with your friends, don't speak a word to each other and never call out to each other by your ...

CREEPY: Perform at your own risk: the game is called "4 corners". You need: 3 people, small empty room, no lights. How to do it: 1. Perform in abandoned, old places. Choose a suitable room. 2. Clear all furniture near the walls. Have 3 people face 3 different corners, leaving a 4th corner vacant. 3. In complete darkness, you (any player) will start to move from your corner by moving along the wall to the left. Always to the left. You will tap the next person to signal that you will now occupy their corner. 4. Do not move to the next corner until you feel a tap on your right side. If a person taps you, the person tapping you will occupy your corner. You will need to move along the wall to the left and occupy another person's corner. Do not move if you are tapped from the left side. That is not a player. 5. If you reach a corner without a person, continue left until the next person. It is expected that all will experience a vacant corner per cycle. 6. No one talks and every...

I can hear the whistling again. It’s the final weeknight, and again he has come. Whistling that little ditty, repeating it again and again, enough times to drive the sanest of men crazy. I can see through the window. The light through the cornfield, the rustling of plants, the maddening whistling, it’s all culminating to a feeling of hopeless dread, like being faced with a gun while you’re up against a wall. I know he wants to find me, but I don't know what he wants with me. I don’t want to know what he wants. All I want is for this to be over with. The lamplight is becoming brighter, the whistling is becoming louder and the dread in my stomach is getting worse and worse every second. Only my need to keep quiet is preventing me from either screaming in fear, or throwing up from the sickening tension. For a while, it feels like time is torturing me, making things seem slower than they are to keep my anxiety levels sky high, but then, it feels all too soon when he finally shows his f...

We moved out of our last house a week ago, and I’m glad we did. It was definitely not safe there, especially for a man like me who has a young family to take care of. I think if I hadn’t decided to get the hell out of there, I would have failed my family – and I would probably have lost them too, eventually. There was nothing obviously wrong with the house, actually – I suppose it was just a regular detached family home in a suburban neighborhood. I think the first thing that struck me as off about it is the fact that all the houses on that street had been built sometime in the 1980s. The odd bit about that is the fact that nobody had actually lived there – in almost three and a half decades, nobody had EVER lived in that house. But what could be wrong with that? It didn’t ring any alarm bells, apart from the normal sort, like ‘does the electricity still work’ and ‘is the boiler outdated.’ On top of that, we had to check if there were any pests or squatters. Nope, nothing there – the h...