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The Forgotten Lullaby

**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 House That Remembers

The House That Remembers "Some houses forget. This one never did." When Elise Bradford inherited her uncle’s estate in the quiet town of Black Hollow, she didn’t know she was inheriting something far older than bricks and wood. The house had been abandoned for twenty-seven years, standing like a stubborn relic among the green hills, forgotten by everyone but itself. She arrived one gray morning, rain chewing on her windshield, the GPS blinking out just as the house came into view. A three-story Victorian beast, draped in ivy and time. Its windows looked like dead eyes. The gate hung broken, as if even it had given up trying to keep things in… or out. Elise laughed nervously as she grabbed her suitcase. “Well,” she said to no one. “Home sweet home.” The front door opened with a groan that seemed to echo from the earth itself. The smell hit her first—mold, rust, and something beneath it… something familiar. She brushed it off. Old houses always smelled weird. The flo...

The Last Broadcast (Final Part)

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...

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