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The Summer That Never Ended

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The car rumbled down the winding road, swallowed by towering pine trees and the thick scent of earth and rain. Ryan sat in the backseat, forehead resting against the cold glass, watching as the world blurred past him. His parents sat in the front, chatting idly about the upcoming vacation, while his younger sister hummed a tune, oblivious to his reluctance. A summer trip. Another forced excursion into some distant town his parents had chosen in an attempt to "bring the family closer." As if that ever worked. He was already overwhelmed with stress—college applications, constant pressure, and the gnawing feeling that nothing in his life made sense. He didn’t need this trip. He needed time alone. The town they arrived in was nothing spectacular. A small coastal village, hugged by rolling cliffs and open fields, with streets so quiet they felt frozen in time. The air smelled of salt, and the wind carried the distant echoes of seagulls. It was the place where everyone knew everyon...
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The Missing Kids of Black Hollow: Part-1

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  Chief Samuel Skiller woke up to the faint light of dawn filtering through his bedroom curtains. The familiar scent of coffee brewing in the kitchen greeted him as he stretched and got out of bed. He performed his usual morning routine: a quick shower, dressing in his uniform, and a hearty breakfast of eggs and toast. Today felt like any other day in the small town of Black Hollow. But it wasn't. Skiller walked the short distance to the Black Hollow Police Station, a modest building that served the close-knit community. On most days, he was greeted by Emma, the station's sole ranger and the only other law enforcement officer in town. She was usually at her desk, sipping coffee and sorting through reports. Today, however, the station was eerily silent. "Emma?" he called out, his voice echoing through the empty station. No response. He checked the break room, the interrogation room, and finally, his office. There, on his desk, he found a note written in Emma's hurr...
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The Night Man

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  The legend of the Night Man was whispered in the small town of Greendale, an old mining community nestled deep in the woods. Parents told their children tales of the Night Man to keep them from wandering too far after dark. But as with all old stories, many dismissed it as superstition. Jessica had just moved to Greendale with her young son, Timmy. After her husband's untimely death, she sought solace in the quiet town, hoping to escape the painful memories. The townsfolk were kind but reserved, their eyes often filled with a lingering fear. One evening, while unpacking boxes, Jessica found  an old, tattered journal. Its cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age. Curious, she opened it and began to read. July 3rd, 1945 The Night Man came again last night. Mrs Harrington's dog was found dead this morning, its eyes wide with terror. The elders say he only comes for those who call his name. No one dares speak it aloud, especially after dark. A chill ran down Jessica's spin...
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