Elena Storyteller

I'M IN LOVE WITH MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND. I never imagined I would fall in love with my father’s best friend, a man of 62.  He had always been around our family, and I never thought I would develop feelings for him. But love came unexpectedly, and I was the first to make a move.  To my surprise, he didn’t reject me. He confessed that he felt the same way, and soon, we began sharing a secret relationship. His wife knows nothing about us, and neither does my father.  Every family gathering has become an emotional struggle because I must pretend he is just another family friend. Recently, my parents started worrying about me because I keep rejecting every suitor they introduce.  They believe something is wrong, but they have no idea that my heart already belongs to someone they would never approve of. I love him, and he says he loves me too. But sometimes, I wonder:  What happens when our little secret finally comes to light?

When Bella was sold to the cursed Emperor as a servant, she was warned never to enter the forbidden room in his palace. Every night, strange whispers came from behind its locked door, and every morning, another servant disappeared. One night,  Bella heard a voice calling her name from inside the room. Terrified, she opened the door and discovered hundreds of portraits of women who had served the Emperor before her.  To her horror, the last portrait was hers! Beneath it was an inscription: “The final sacrifice shall break the curse.” Suddenly, the Emperor appeared behind her, his eyes glowing red. “You were never chosen to serve me,” he whispered. “You were chosen to destroy me.” Bella stepped backward, trembling. Then she noticed something shocking, the Emperor's face was identical to her late father's. He smiled wickedly. “Welcome home, my daughter.” But if Bella was his daughter, why had he cursed her entire village?

Every night at exactly midnight, an old woman stood at the window of the abandoned house, staring at my bedroom. Nobody in the village knew who she was. One evening, I gathered the courage to approach her house.  The door creaked open by itself, and I found an old photograph on the floor. It was a picture of me as a baby, held in the arms of the same old woman. Terrified, I rushed home and told my grandmother. Her face turned pale. “Impossible,” she whispered. “That woman died giving birth to your mother fifty years ago.” Suddenly, someone knocked on my window. My grandmother began to cry. “Don't open it. She's come to take back what she lost.” Who do you think the old woman really was?

Some secrets refuse to stay buried… Every night at exactly midnight,  villagers heard the sound of a shovel scraping against the ground near the old cemetery. One morning, they discovered that a grave had moved twenty feet from its original position. The villagers were terrified.  They marked the spot with stones, but by the next morning, the grave had moved again this time directly in front of the village chief’s house. The chief ordered the grave opened. Inside was an empty coffin and a note that read,  “You buried the wrong person.”Twenty years earlier, he had secretly buried his twin brother, stealing his identity and inheritance. That night, the villagers watched as the grave slowly moved toward the chief’s bedroom. By sunrise, the chief had vanished. Only his clothes remained beside the grave. Then the gravedigger noticed something terrifying: two shadows were moving inside the empty coffin. One belonged to the chief. The other belonged to the man everyo...

 MY GRANDMA IS A WITCH Grandma had one room nobody was allowed to enter.  She always kept it locked.  Whenever I asked why, she would smile and say,  “Some doors are better left closed.”  Last night, I heard someone whisper my name from inside. I found an old key beneath Grandma’s pillow.  I tried to return it, but she suddenly appeared behind me.  Her face changed. “Where did you get that?” she asked.  I had never seen her look that frightened before. Inside Grandma’s room, I found an Inside Grandma’s room, I found an old photograph.  It showed Grandma standing beside a little girl.  The terrifying part? The girl looked exactly like me.  I found Grandma’s diary hidden beneath the floorboards.  Most pages were torn out.  One remaining sentence made my blood run cold:  “Every twenty years, she comes back looking exactly the same.” On the back, one sentence was written: “She will return?

HER SHADOW APPEARED FIRST At exactly 11:47 p.m., Bethy heard someone knock three times. She opened the door. Nobody was there. But under the streetlight, she saw a shadow standing in front of her. Bethy froze. The strange part: her own shadow was still behind her. Bethy slammed the door and locked it. She stood silently, listening. Then she heard footsteps outside. Slow. Heavy. Coming closer. She looked through the window. The shadow was gone.  THE CALL Bethy answered. Nobody spoke. She whispered, “Hello?” A voice replied: “Don't look behind you.” Her heart stopped. She slowly turned anyway. Nothing. Then the voice spoke again. This time, it was unmistakably hers. “Bethy… I told you not to look. Bethy couldn't sleep. At 2:13 a.m., her phone received a photograph. It showed her bedroom. She was sleeping in the picture. But Bethy was awake. She zoomed in. Someone was standing beside her bed. Bethy threw the phone across the room. Then came three knocks. Exactly like the previous ...