Mysterious occurrences

It was meant to be a serene holiday near Port Macquarie, Australia, at a house recently inherited by my friend after his grandmother’s passing. The old abode stood in a state of quiet repose, as if holding the secrets of a lifetime within its weathered walls. Little did I know that those secrets would soon… Continue reading Mysterious occurrences

The flickering shadows

n the heart of a countryside that had witnessed centuries come and go, stood a farmstead that bore the weight of time itself. This ancient dwelling, originally crafted by the hands of devoted monks, now held within its timeworn walls the secrets of generations past. Its halls echoed with whispered stories, tales of spectral encounters… Continue reading The flickering shadows