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Rebecca Lewis

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The Red Door

Every night at exactly 11:47, the old clock in Grandma Laurie’s hallway stopped. Myuni noticed it her first night at the house. The second hand would reach the same spot, tremble, and freeze. By morning, the clock would be ticking again. When Myuni asked about it the next morning, Grandma Laurie stopped pouring her coffee. Only for a second. Then she continued. “Old things have their habits.” “Does it always stop at 11:47?” Grandma Laurie set the coffee pot down a little too carefully. “For a long time.” “Why?” Laurie looked toward the hallw...

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The Room Above

Adrian heard the footsteps again at 2:13 a.m. Three slow steps crossed the ceiling above her bedroom. Then silence. She stared upward, holding her breath. There was no room above her. The house had only one floor. For three nights, she’d tried to explain it away. Pipes. Squirrels. Old wood shifting in the cold. But pipes didn’t walk from one side of a ceiling to the other and stop directly over her bed. The next morning, she told her brother. “You’re imagining things,” Max said. Adrian expected him to laugh. He didn’t. Instead, he kept stari...

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If You Found This, Run!

Stacy had listened to the voicemail seventeen times. Each time, she told herself she was searching for something new. A sound in the background. A hidden warning. Maybe even a name. But every time, it ended the same way. “Don’t come looking for me.” Her older brother, Jeff, had disappeared three weeks earlier. The police believed he had left town voluntarily. His apartment was clean, his car was gone, and there were no signs of a struggle. But Stacy knew Jeff. He planned everything. He wouldn’t disappear without telling her why. Her neighbor...

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Don't Let Her Hear You

Knock. Knock. Knock. Every night at exactly 2:17, something knocked three times from inside the wall beside Barbara’s bed. At first, she blamed the pipes. The house was old enough to make its own collection of noises. Floorboards groaned when no one stepped on them. Radiators hissed like angry cats. Wind slipped through cracks in the windows and made the doors tremble in their frames. But pipes didn’t keep time. Knock. Knock. Knock. 2:17 a.m. Every night. On the sixth night, Barbara stopped sleeping in her bedroom. She dragged a blanket down...

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The Warning

Shannon woke at 3:17 a.m. She didn’t know what had woken her. There was no thunder, no phone buzzing on the nightstand, no footsteps outside her door. The house was completely still. She rolled onto her side and pulled the blanket closer. The red numbers on her alarm clock glowed across the room. 3:18. “Go back to sleep,” she whispered. Her brain had other plans. Tomorrow’s math test came first. Then the argument she’d had with her best friend. Then, for no reason at all, she remembered something embarrassing she’d said three years ago in fr...

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Open 24 hours

At 1:17 in the morning, Chloe realized she had nowhere to go. She stood beneath the buzzing sign of the Blue Moon Laundromat with a trash bag full of clothes pressed against her hip. One of the letters in LAUNDROMAT had burned out, so the window glowed- LAUNDRO AT OPEN 24 HOURS Rain ticked against the glass. Chloe had eleven dollars and thirty-two cents in her pocket, a phone at nine percent, and a key to an apartment that wasn't hers anymore. So she went inside. The laundromat smelled like detergent, warm dust, and something faintly burnt. ...

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The Missing Room

By November, the Bellweather Hotel belonged to the wind. In summer, every room filled. Children ran wet-footed through the lobby after swimming in Lake Bellweather. Wedding parties crowded the bar. Suitcases rolled over the old wooden floors from morning until midnight. On warm evenings, guests carried drinks onto the long veranda and watched boats return to the marina. But after Labor Day, the tourists disappeared. The boats came out of the water. The ice cream shop in town reduced its hours, then closed entirely. Restaurants covered their ...

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The Train Between

Weekly Contest #370

The station clock had stopped at 11:42. Star noticed because everything else was still moving. Rain rattled against the glass roof. The departure board flickered between destinations. Somewhere down the platform, a vending machine hummed like it had all night to wait. But the clock's second hand didn't move. “Rashid,” she said. “Look.” Her brother barely glanced up. “Broken clock.” “It was working when we came in.” “So?” Star pointed at the tracks. Their train was sitting fifty feet away, doors open, lights glowing. They had been walking tow...

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11:02

August 30, 2026 — 11:02 AM Meghan’s phone buzzed while she was making coffee. The message came from her own number. DON’T GO OUTSIDE AT 11:13. She stared at it. Then she laughed. Not because it was funny, but because laughing seemed more reasonable than being afraid. She checked the sender again. Her name. Her photo. Her number. Meghan typed. Who is this? The reply arrived immediately. YOU. ABOUT ELEVEN MINUTES FROM NOW. 11:05 AM Meghan called her number. Her phone rang in her hand. Once. Twice. Then someone answered. At first, there was on...

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MISC.

The last box was labeled MISC. Diana hated that box. Every other box in her father’s house had a purpose. KITCHEN. BOOKS. BATHROOM. DONATE. She had written each word in thick black marker, pressing hard enough that the tip squeaked against the cardboard. But MISC. sat open in the middle of the living room, collecting the things that didn’t know where they belonged. A screwdriver. Three birthday candles. An expired library card. A photograph of a dog Diana barely remembered. A single chess piece. Her father had been dead for eleven days. “Kee...

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The Other Side of the River

Allison opened her hand and let the key fall into the river. It vanished without ceremony. No flash of silver beneath the water, no final glint in the afternoon sun. Just a small plunk, and then the current folded over it as if the key had never existed. For three years, Allison had carried it on a red string around her neck. Now the string felt strangely light. “You actually did it,” Krish said behind her. Allison turned. Her younger brother stood halfway down the muddy bank, his sneakers already ruined. He stared at the river with the expr...

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Luma and the Falling Stars

Humans think stars disappear when morning comes. They don't. They fall. I should know. I'm the one who catches them. My name is Luma, and I live in the hollow of an ancient oak at the edge of the forest. To a human, I might look like a fox, if foxes had silver fur, moth wings, and antlers small enough to fit between two branches. I am a Keeper, one of the creatures responsible for returning fallen stars to the sky. Usually, the work is simple. A star tumbles into the forest. I find it glowing beneath a fern or floating in a stream. I tuck it...

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Passengers of Regret

Regina reached the station at 11:57 p.m. The last train was already waiting. That was strange. According to the faded timetable hanging above the platform, the final train had left twenty minutes ago. She checked her phone. No signal. Behind her, the road disappeared into thick fog. She could still hear the distant sirens from town, but they were getting closer. The train doors slid open. Nobody stepped out. Regina stared into the empty carriage. Every seat was vacant except for one near the back, where a black envelope rested against the wi...

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Clocks Repaired. Memories Restored.

I should have known better. The sign had been hanging outside the antique shop for as long as anyone in town could remember. CLOCKS REPAIRED. MEMORIES RESTORED. Most people laughed at the second line. I did too, until the day I walked in carrying my grandfather's broken pocket watch. The shop smelled of cedar, dust, and rain, though it hadn't rained in weeks. Behind the counter stood an elderly woman with silver hair tied into a knot so neat it looked carved from stone. "You've come for more than the watch," she said. "I've come to fix it." ...

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The Morning After

Everyone in town blamed me for what happened to Mr. Seifi. They never said it to my face, of course. They'd smile politely in the grocery store or wave from their porches. But I could tell what they were thinking. They thought I'd scared the old man away. They're wrong. Mr. Seifi lived next door for twelve years. Every morning at exactly 7:15, he'd sit on his porch with a chipped blue mug and feed the sparrows. We'd talk about baseball, the weather, and whether the tomatoes would survive another heat wave. He wasn't lonely. He had me. The po...

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