Horror Chronicles: Your Daily Dose of Chills
19 parts Ongoing They're everywhere.
The cashier who holds your receipt just a second too long, fingers brushing yours with deliberate precision. The barista who knows your order before you speak, whose smile never quite reaches their eyes. The neighbor who waves from their window every morning at exactly 7:23 AM, watching you leave for work with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.
You've learned to ignore that creeping feeling. That voice in the back of your head whispering that something isn't right. Because normal people don't hunt. Normal people don't collect. Normal people don't plan.
But the thing about monsters is-they've gotten really, really good at looking normal.
Every day for the next thirty-one days, you'll meet someone new. Someone who might serve you coffee, help you find the perfect dress, or offer to carry your groceries. Someone whose friendly conversation will make you feel special, chosen, seen in ways you never expected.
Someone who will make you wish you'd trusted your instincts.
Because the most terrifying predators aren't the ones hiding in dark alleys or abandoned buildings. They're the ones hiding in plain sight, wearing familiar faces, speaking in soothing voices, earning your trust one calculated smile at a time.
They know your routine. Your favorite places. Your weaknesses.
And they've been watching you for longer than you think.