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A fox, observing a fish cart coming, lay down and pretended to be dead.

The cart man, tempted by the idea of making some money by selling the foxs fur, picked up the animal by its tail and flung it into the back of the cart among the fish.

Then he resumed his journey. The fox ate his fill of the fish and jumped out of the cart.

A wolf saw him jumping out and asked him what he had been doing in it. The fox told him and also how he had got into it in the first place.

The wolf ran ahead of the cart and lay down in its path, pretending to be dead.

The cart man was delighted to find another animal to sell, but he found the animal too heavy to lift.

So he pushed it into a sack, tied the sack to his cart and dragged it away.

Once there lived a cat. She thought, "The lion is the strongest of all the animals. It is good to have strong friends. I shall go to the lion and make friendship with him."

Mark was browsing a late-night horror forum when a private message popped up:

UnknownUser: “Why are you still awake?”

He hesitated but replied: “Just reading stories.”

UnknownUser: “Want to hear one? It’s about a guy who reads horror stories alone at night.”

Mark chuckled and typed, “Okay, go on.”

UnknownUser: “He doesn’t realize his webcam is hacked.”

Mark froze.

His webcam light was on.

Kevin worked late nights in a high-rise office. One evening, he stepped into the elevator, pressed "Lobby," and watched the doors close.

Halfway down, the lights flickered, and the elevator stopped on the 7th floor.

The doors slid open.

No one was there.

Just as Kevin reached to press the close button, a woman's whisper echoed from the empty hallway: "Going down?"

The doors slammed shut, and the elevator plummeted.

When it finally stopped, the doors opened to complete darkness.

The floor indicator just blinked: B̷A̷S̷E̷M̷E̷N̷T̷.

A thick fog covered the city one morning, swallowing buildings and streets.

People who walked into it never came out.

By nightfall, only a handful of people remained.

Then their phones buzzed with a message: “You’re next.”

The fog crept closer.

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, there was a library that whispered secrets of the universe. Among its patrons was Ava, a young girl with an insatiable thirst for knowledge.

One day, while perusing the ancient texts, she discovered a map hidden within a forgotten tome. The map led to a secret chamber within the library, where the books were alive, whispering stories of old.

Ava listened intently as the books recounted tales of heroes and monsters, of love and adventure. Each story was a thread in the tapestry of human history, and with every tale, Ava’s world grew richer.

She returned to the chamber every day, learning from the stories that shaped the world. And as she grew, she shared these tales with others, igniting the spark of wonder in their hearts.

The library’s secret chamber became a sanctuary for those seeking wisdom, and Ava, its guardian, ensured that the stories of the past would always light the way for the future.

Lisa had always found comfort in her nighttime routine. Every evening, she sat at her vanity, brushed her hair, and looked into the mirror. But tonight, something felt… off.

She lifted her brush, but in the mirror, her reflection did not follow. Instead, it sat still, staring at her with an unsettling grin. Lisa froze, unable to move. Then, slowly, her reflection winked.

The next moment, the lights flickered, and the reflection stood up—even though Lisa hadn’t moved.

A cold whisper filled the air: “I’ve waited long enough.”

Lisa screamed as the reflection lunged toward the glass, shattering it into a million pieces. But when the shards hit the floor, there was no one there—neither in the mirror nor in her room.

Little Timmy had always been afraid of the dark. His parents reassured him that monsters weren’t real, but he knew better.

One night, as his mother tucked him in, he grabbed her wrist, eyes wide with fear.

"Mommy," he whispered. "There's something under my bed."

Sighing, she bent down and peeked beneath the bed. Her heart stopped.

Timmy was underneath the bed, trembling, his eyes filled with terror.

In a hushed voice, he whispered: “Mom, there's someone on my bed.”

Her blood ran cold.

Above her, the thing in Timmy’s bed grinned.

As the full moon cast a silver glow over the city, Detective Lana stood on the rooftop, her gaze fixed on the skyline. She had been tracking the elusive "Phantom Thief" for months, and tonight, she felt the chase would end. The thief had announced their final heist, targeting the rarest diamond in the city. Lana knew the thief's pattern: they always left a white rose at the scene. Hours passed, and then, a flicker of movement caught her eye. A shadow darted across the rooftops, swift and silent. Lana followed, her instincts on high alert. The chase led to the museum, where the white rose lay beside the display case. But the diamond was still there. Confused, Lana turned to find the thief standing behind her, a playful smirk on their face. "You're early," the thief said, tossing another rose to Lana. "The heist was a ruse. I wanted to meet the detective who's been so persistent." Lana realized the game was more complex than she thought. The thief vanished into the night, leaving Lana with more questions than answers. But now, the hunt was personal, and Lana swore to unravel the mystery of the Phantom Thief.

Carlos was hiking in the mountains when he heard a baby crying in the woods.

He followed the sound but found nothing—just deep, endless trees.

Then the cry turned into laughter.

Something called his name from the shadows.

And it wasn’t human..