Serialstory Stories

She doesn't smile. She doesn't talk much. But she watches. Always. The day we hired Chisom, I thought we were lucky. Floors sparkling. Dishes spotless. Kids happy. My wife said she was a blessing. I believed her. But then the nights came. Scraping. Whispering. Shadows moving when no one was there. Food tasting... wrong. And I realized - she wasn't hired to help us. She was hired to own us. Some secrets don't stay hidden. Some doors should never be opened. Will you dare to step inside and see what she's hiding?

Chapter One of MrLaunchPad's new story begins before the start of a snowstorm in the backwoods of Colorado. Follow along through a dialogue heavy story that's replete with humor, a dose of tension, and more importantly, characters that you'll love hanging out with.

Part 1: Shadows of the Ink Jonathan Reid, a 37-year-old writer plagued by two years of writer's block, finds a strange letter on his doorstep. No stamp. No sender. Inside: a typed manuscript page titled "Chapter One - The Woman by the Bridge". It describes a woman in red found hanging under Oakmere Bridge, with a scar on her wrist. Jonathan hasn't written in months. Yet the style is unmistakably his. He dismisses it-until the next morning's news mirrors the letter exactly. Then comes the second letter-"Chapter Two - The Pastor's Confession." It predicts a priest's shocking secret and the burning of a chapel. At 11:03 PM, Father Bennett confesses in front of Jonathan: "I lied to protect a murderer!" A storm strikes, and by dawn, the chapel is ash. Jonathan is horrified. He hasn't written a word. Yet these letters continue-prophetic, precise, and dangerous. The third letter hits harder: "Chapter Three - The Man in the Mirror." It describes Jonathan seeing a stranger in his own reflection. That night, his mirror shifts. He blinks-the reflection doesn't. By morning, the most chilling letter arrives. No title. No paragraph. Just one sentence: "Your death is written. Tonight. Midnight." To be continued...

Holly Savage knows the demons that lurk in the dark. At a young age she was marked by one. With its sigil burned into her skin, a ravenous hunger awakened...a hunger that could only be sated by the blood of demons and the rich flavor of their dark magic. Living on the fringes of society has kept her safe from normals and supernaturals alike, but a serial murderer changes all that. What should have been an easy favor to an old friend drags Holly into the dark underworld of San Antonio's bloody streets where weak demons are bought, sold, and ground down to drugs, friends become enemies, and the power that kept her alive becomes the blade that can kill her.

It all began with a text: "Welcome to the final level. One life. One truth." Aryan, a former cyber-security expert turned recluse, received the message at midnight. He hadn't touched a keyboard in years-not since his younger brother's mysterious death during a virtual gaming tournament called "Project Taandob." Everyone called it an accident. Aryan never believed that. Now, five years later, the game was back online-and so was the danger. Driven by guilt and rage, Aryan logs in. But this isn't a regular game. It's a real-time survival puzzle where players vanish in real life when they "die" in-game. And someone, somewhere, is watching them all. Inside the game, he meets two masked players-"S1AM" and "N1SH0." Their moves are precise, their knowledge too deep to be random. Aryan suspects they know more than they're letting on. But with every completed level, clues about his brother's death begin to unfold-code fragments, voice notes, security footage. Then comes the twist-one of the masked players is his brother, alive, trapped inside the game's code. And the other? The very man who created the game to test artificial sentience by sacrificing real lives-disguised as a player. The final showdown isn't about winning-it's about choosing whom to save: his brother or the hundreds of other players unknowingly walking into death. As the timer counts down, Aryan must outsmart the system he once helped design. The game ends. One life is lost. One truth is revealed. But at what cost?

We met online, which is how I've always imagined it. We poured our souls out in text. But meeting in person is terrifying. I've never had a real relationship. I've fallen in unrequited love and written about love since I was nine. But this is real. At least, I hope so.

Falling in love and all that jazz..

An eerie mansion stood alone on the edge of a mist-covered forest-The Blackwood Manor. Five strangers arrived there, each carrying a letter with no signature. The message was simple: "One of you is a murderer. By dawn, the truth will bleed out." 1. Noyon - Calm, observant, and strangely composed. 2. Rubel - Loud, arrogant, constantly challenging others. 3. Samira - Quiet, mysterious, always watching. 4. Zafar - Charming, manipulative, yet his smile hides panic. 5. Trisha - Timid, visibly shaken, but often asks too many questions. Inside, a storm traps them. Electricity flickers. Clocks have stopped. Tension grows when a bloodied knife is found on the piano. Everyone denies touching it. Moments later-Trisha disappears. Her scream echoes. The others rush upstairs. Her lifeless body lies on the floor, eyes wide open. Panic. Rage. Accusations fly. Rubel shouts, "We're being hunted!" Zafar smirks, "Or maybe the killer's already among us." Noyon speaks: "This isn't random. We were all chosen. For a reason." As fear creeps in, secrets unfold- Samira once knew Trisha. Rubel's fingerprints are found on the knife. Zafar tries to destroy a voice recorder found in his coat. Noyon forces them to listen. A cold voice says: "She found out the truth. She had to go." Zafar turns pale. Just when everyone thinks Zafar is the killer, Noyon reveals a shocking twist: "Trisha isn't dead. She faked it-with my help. This was a trap. I sent the letters." He turns to the others: "Each of you hurt someone to hide your secrets. Tonight, the hunted became the hunters." Police sirens wail outside. Officers storm in. Zafar, Rubel, and Samira are taken. Noyon looks out into the storm, whispers: "Justice doesn't knock. It breaks in." One house. Five masks. Only one walked out clean. The one who set the trap. The one who remembered- There is no forgiveness for sin cloaked in silence. - End.