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“Did I Not Climb Up The Stairs?”

“Did I Not Climb Up The Stairs?”   After a sudden injury leaves her unable to walk, Beth finds herself trapped downstairs in her own home—alone, in pain, and cut off from the outside world. As time stretches and fear quietly builds, even the simplest task—climbing the stairs—turns into a test of strength, endurance, and willpower. Beth had always been fast. On the soccer field, she moved like the wind—light, confident, unstoppable. Running wasn’t something she thought about. It was just something her body knew how to do. Until the day it didn’t. It happened in a second. One wrong step, one sharp twist, and suddenly she was on the ground, clutching her ankle as pain shot through her leg. The game continued around her, voices blurred, but all she could feel was that burning, pulsing pain. By the time she made it home, she could barely walk. Her room was upstairs. That simple fact now felt like a wall she couldn’t climb. Beth stood at the bottom of the staircase, staring...

Living with the Unseen

Living with the Unseen Living with the Unseen is a psychological and atmospheric short story that follows Loran, a night-shift nurse whose ordinary life fractures as she encounters unexplained presences in familiar spaces. As reality blurs and silence deepens, the story explores the invisible forces that exist around us—unnoticed, unnamed, and quietly powerful. This is not only Loran’s story, but a reflection of everyone who lives beside the unseen without ever realizing it. Loran lived her life by routines. Wake. Work. Return. Repeat. They grounded her, kept her thoughts orderly, and left little room for imagination. She had never believed in signs or superstitions. Life, to her, was practical—measured in heartbeats, charts, and quiet acts of care. As a practicing nurse working overnight shifts, Loran was accustomed to silence. Hospitals at night breathed differently. Hallways stretched longer, lights dimmed, and every sound—footsteps, distant machines, the rustle of papers—felt ampli...