👣 "The stench of decay saturated the air as we entered the abandoned zoo. The thing inside the glass room was still twitching. And it was already watching us."
Part 3 of Tales from the Road continues Jack, Jerry, Rosa, and Cooper's nightmare in the abandoned Mississippi zoo. After hearing Jerry's screams from the reptile house, the team splits up, only to discover that this zoo has no history of break-ins—because no one who breaks in ever breaks out [citation:2]. The creature behind the frosted glass is awake. And it's already found them.

"The game warned me I had three days to live. Tonight is day three. And I just found my own name in the credits."
A man purchases a cursed game from a strange online seller. The game seems to know things about him—his schedule, his fears, his past. With each playthrough, the game grows more personal. The final level is his own living room. And the countdown was never a game mechanic. It was a promise.

📖 "Between the living and the dead, time has no meaning. And the immortals can enter our reality at will."
Part 5 concludes Billy Whitebread's journey into the spirit world. A succubus reveals the nature of existence: the thread plucked by the Creator, the sprites who understand the great song, and the immortals who hunt through time. Falling Sky and Billy must solve the century-old murder of Katherine before the Book Man claims another victim. The final chapter of the Book Man sidequest has arrived—and nothing will ever be the same.

"The world has been taken over by the Harmburger chain. They call it "food." It knows your name."
A journalist investigates a mysterious fast food chain that seems to exist everywhere. After sending a frantic email about the "burger that talked to her," she disappears. The chain's restaurants appear overnight, and its mascot—a smiling chef—seems to be inside her head. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes the food isn't just made of meat. It's made of people who asked too many questions [citation:1][citation:4].

🕯️ "Some bars serve alcohol. Others serve secrets. Fidget's Bar serves both—and the price is never just your tab."
A weary traveler stumbles into an underground bar that appears only on moonless nights. The patrons are quiet, the drinks are strange, and the bartender knows your name before you introduce yourself. When you leave, you remember nothing—except a single warning written on a napkin. You were never there. But Fidget's Bar remembers you. And it's waiting for your next visit.

"A single day added onto my sentence meant the difference between a normal jail and the unending nightmare of Pembina Prison."
A prisoner is sent to a private prison in North Dakota, where the bottom floor is filled with feral men who scream and panic in the middle of the night. When the guards suddenly disappear, the inmates realize something far worse is happening. Floor by floor, prisoners vanish in the darkness. The guards can't explain it. The state won't admit it. And the shuffling footsteps below never stop. Based on the classic horror story by Matt Dymerski, this is a haunting tale of what lives in the empty cells when no one is watching.

🎃 "When the summer heat becomes unbearable, there's only one cure: a chilling dose of terror. This is Summerween."
Celebrate the spookiest time of summer with five terrifying tales. From a horrifying Bigfoot attack at a remote wind farm to a 500-year-old vampire couple hunting inside a shopping mall, this compilation brings the scares early [citation:2]. A zombie apocalypse courier risks everything for a delivery, a desperate man sells his soul to Hell itself, and demonic creatures lurk in a quiet orchard [citation:2][citation:13]. Escape the summer heat and let the horror begin.

"The snow was supposed to be my shelter. Instead, it became my prison."
A man driving through the snowy mountains of Oregon finds a cabin to escape the storm. That night, he hears scratching coming from a locked closet, followed by the knob slowly turning. A skeletal, faceless creature emerges, whispering "Strange..." as it studies him. In the morning, a neighbor warns him: "you didn't belong there." The thing that waited in that closet wasn't a ghost—it was something that had been expecting him. It knew his name, and it wants him to return [citation:6].

🚿 "The steam cleared, and a white shadow stood where the door used to be. I looked at the shower curtain, and the silhouette was still there—just a little taller than before."
A man's nightly routine becomes a waking nightmare when he notices a shape behind his shower curtain that doesn't match his reflection. The more he ignores it, the closer it gets. Now, he can't even shower without locking every door in the house. This is a story about the fear that lingers after the water stops running—and the reason you should always lock the bathroom door.

The birth of our daughter was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. Instead, it was the beginning of a nightmare. My wife stopped sleeping. She stopped eating. She started seeing demons in the corner of our bedroom and refused to touch our baby. When I finally got her to a doctor, they diagnosed her with postpartum psychosis. I was relieved. I thought it was just a chemical imbalance. A treatable condition. A bump in the road.
Then I found her journal. The dates didn't match the timeline. The things she wrote about our daughter — they weren't delusions. She had discovered the truth about what our baby really was, and the psychosis was just a convenient label to keep her quiet. Sometimes the scariest monsters aren't hallucinations. Sometimes they're sleeping in the nursery.