A man received a text. It was from a strange number. He opened it, and his eyes welled up with tears. The message was from his deceased wife, claiming she was still alive and had sent the address she was staying at. But something seemed off. He tried not to get his hopes up, but the next day he decided to check out the address.

He parked at an old house in the middle of nowhere. He walked up slowly and lifted the knocker. Could this really be true? His wife had fallen asleep driving, and drove off a cliff. The wreckage was impossible to get to, so they never recovered the body. She was pronounced dead after no one emerged after three days. The funeral had felt empty, two days before, with no body or coffin.

There was a bang on the door as he knocked, against his better judgement. Nothing happened. As he started to walk away, dejected, the door swung open and his wife was standing there. He screamed, for in place of her eyes were two small stones, and instead of a mouth she had a bleeding gash from ear to ear.



He tried to run, but was unable to control his limbs as he walked inside. The soulless eyes smiled. "Now we will be together forever!"

Every now and then, some unlucky soul knocks on the door on a dare. When the door creaks open, they step inside, in a trance, and are never seen again