In the quiet depths of the night, where the world falls into a slumber, dreams often weave their mystic tales. For one unlucky soul, their nocturnal escapade was a harrowing vision of a once cherished classmate, now a charred figure of despair. Flames of...

In the quiet of the night, dreams often weave their mysterious tapestries, painting scenes that seem both bizarre and familiar. One such dream that left me pondering was the vision of a hole, freshly dug in the heart of my own home. It was a peculiar drea...

---In the quiet solitude of the night, as the world outside slumbers, my mind embarked on a peculiar voyage—a journey to the realm of dreams. It was there, in the ethereal world of the subconscious, that I found myself face to face with a cat, a creature...