V-Ink Stories
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The Character Who Isn’t on Payroll
Posted to r/nosleep I work at Disneyland. I won’t say my department, but I’m close enough to characters that I see schedules, handoffs, rotations—the boring, logistical side of “magic.” Which is why this has been driving me insane.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Horror
The Animatronics Don’t Power Down Anymore
I’m 17 and I work closing shifts at Chuck E. Cheese. If you’ve never closed one before, let me explain something real quick: the place does not go quiet after the last family leaves. The lights dim, the arcade hums, and everything smells like grease and sanitizer. You hear noises that don’t belong to anyone anymore.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Horror
The Hollow Hunt
Every year, the small town of Willowcreek hosted its beloved Easter egg hunt in the sprawling meadow near the woods. Families would gather, baskets in hand, to search for the brightly colored eggs hidden among the grass and trees. It was a cherished tradition, a wholesome event that brought the community together. But this year, something was different.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
Resurrection Sunday
The bell of St. Catherina’s Chapel rang out over the town of Black Hollow, its mournful toll cutting through the crisp Easter morning. The sound sent shivers down the spines of the townsfolk, who hurried to the chapel with lowered heads and heavy hearts. Easter was no time for joy in Black Hollow. It was a time of reckoning.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Fiction
The 13th Floor Meeting
The building directory says twelve floors. It’s printed in brushed steel in the lobby. I’ve traced it with my finger while waiting for elevators more times than I can count. Floors 1 through 12. No skipped numbers. No maintenance levels. No penthouse.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
The Overnight Janitor Who Doesn’t Exist
I work the late shift because it’s quiet. That’s the lie I tell people, anyway. The truth is I like knowing where everyone is. During the day, the office is unpredictable—meetings popping up, people hovering, footsteps that don’t belong to anyone you can see.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
