Split Inheritance

Rated For Delivery

A night medical courier takes on private after-hours deliveries to help pay for her sister’s care. At first, the work seems simple: pick up sealed medical containers, follow the route, never ask questions. But when strange ratings start appearing after each delivery, she realises someone is watching every mile she drives. And they are not just rating the delivery. They are rating her obedience.

Don't Enter the Blue Room

A desperate man takes a private house sitting job that seems too good to be true.Five nights. No pets. No guests. No questions.The only rule that matters is simple.Do not enter the blue room.At first, the house feels strange but manageable. The cameras, the locked doors, the odd instructions, the bonuses for following orders. He tells himself rich people are just weird. He tells himself the money is worth it.But the longer he stays, the more he realizes the house is not empty.And whoever is watching him is not just watching.They are controlling the rules.

The Cleanup Contract

Michael was desperate, broke, and running out of options when he accepted a cash-only night job cleaning abandoned houses around the city.The rules were simple.Clean everything.Ask no questions.At first, he told himself he was just cleaning up after crimes he had nothing to do with. But every house was worse than the last, and every room felt less like a crime scene and more like a stage.The money was too good to walk away from.And by the time Michael realised what he was really involved in, it was already too late.This is a disturbing first-person horror story about desperation, guilt, and the terrifying things people will ignore when they need the money badly enough.

Split Inheritance

A grieving father loses his young daughter in a horrific car accident. When the drunk driver walks free, he turns to the dark web for justice and hires a mysterious hitman known only as "The Divider."What follows is one of the most brutal and disturbing revenge stories imaginable.

Cannibal Hospital

Four years of moderating the darkest corners of the internet. Hundreds of hours of footage most people couldn't stomach for ten seconds. I thought I was immune.I was wrong.At 3:17am on a Tuesday, in a dead Tor forum that hadn't been updated in nearly a year, I found a single line in the archive. No upvotes. No replies. No thumbnail. Just a filename and a promise: 47 minutes of hell.I clicked it.This is what happened after.