Cartaker Stories

A hardworking assistant manager living alone in London. One late night at the office, she decided to leave early and get some rest in her apartment. She excused herself quietly and started walking home, her phone in one hand, exhaustion heavy in her steps. 17 minutes passed. Then 25. She checked the time. Almost midnight. She sighed softly. "It's not that late anyway." So she took a shortcut. The streets grew quieter the farther she walked. Eventually, she sat down on a bench near the road, watching the headlights blur past her tired eyes. She leaned her head back. Just for a second. The cold air felt calming. And unfortunately... she fell asleep. When she woke up, she felt strangely comfortable. Warm. Safe. The bed beneath her was softer than usual. She pulled the blanket closer without opening her eyes, letting out a quiet breath.. She had slept too well... too deeply... to realize- she wasn't in her apartment.