NYC Midnight
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There is something in my hand. I wait among gray shapes, wisps on a shrouded shore. What have I forgotten? A ferryman lowers a time-weathered gangplank under glowing lamplight. “No fare, no passage.” Some figures ascend. Others drop back. I fall into the fog. The lamplight dims, the salt smell fading from the air. Dread…
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You could have saved her. I squint into darkness. Not darkness – shadow. A twisted canopy, tendrils obscuring a glowing door. Flapping echoes above. You could have. I lunge forward. Roots snake, grabbing my wrists and ankles. I rip and tear wildly. Why didn’t you? Vines encircle my throat. The flapping. A voice thunders. “Remember.”…
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This was my first round entry in the NYC Midnight Scary Story Contest 2026. It placed second in Round 1. My prompts were a wedding, a flutist, and floating. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! *** A plea spoken into the void becomes a refuge in the darkness. A…