AllexTal

AllexTal

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AllexTal

AllexTal

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Tis the night before Christmas, and the house was wrapped in a silence so gentle it felt intentional, as if the world itself had decided to speak in whispers. Outside, snow settled softly against the windows, layering the dark with white until everything looked slower, calmer, paused. Inside, the fireplace crackled with a steady, comforting rhythm. Every now and then, a log shifted and sent a small burst of sparks upward, briefly lighting the room like a secret being told and immediately forgotten. The air smelled faintly of pine and cinnamon, and somewhere in the kitchen, a mug of cocoa waited, steam curling lazily into the air. You were curled up on the couch, blanket pulled high, listening, not for footsteps, but for the feeling that this night always carried. That quiet anticipation that didn’t need explaining. The kind that made childhood memories drift back without asking permission: the excitement that made sleep impossible, the belief that magic was not only real, but punctual. The clock ticked. Slowly. Patiently. Outside, the snow kept falling, covering the sharp edges of the world. Problems felt distant tonight, tucked away like decorations carefully packed after the holidays. Even time seemed willing to rest, leaning back and letting the night take over. And for a moment, just one, you realized that this was the gift. Not what would arrive by morning, not what waited under the tree, but this exact stillness. This warmth. This sense that, for now, everything was exactly where it needed to be. Somewhere far above the clouds, a bell might have rung. Or maybe it was just the fire settling again. Either way, Christmas had already begun. Stake ID: AllexTal

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The halloween 2025 with the 'make a picture with your own spooky monster' was such a nice ideea, I loved to see the ideea of scary monsters from people. Stake ID: AllexTal

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It started on a cold October night when Clara moved into her grandmother’s old house at the edge of the woods. The house had been empty for years, its windows like blind eyes staring into the dark. Clara came to escape the noise of the city, but silence, she learned, can whisper too. On her third night she heard it: a faint knocking inside the walls. Not mice. Not pipes. It came from the old bedroom upstairs, the one her grandmother had sealed after Clara’s mother disappeared. She broke the lock and stepped inside. The air was colder than outside, heavy like a grave. In the middle of the room stood an old mirror covered by a dusty sheet. She pulled it away. Her reflection blinked, but she didn’t. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light. But when she moved her hand, the reflection smiled before she did, a crooked, human but not human smile. Then it whispered, though its lips didn’t move: “I’ve been waiting for another name.” That night, Clara dreamt she was standing inside the mirror, staring out at herself. The next morning, her eyes were darker. Her voice trembled, layered, as if something else was speaking beneath it. Days passed. Neighbors saw her in the woods at night, barefoot and humming a tune no one knew. Inside the house, claw marks appeared on the mirror’s frame from the inside. By Halloween, Clara’s laughter no longer sounded human. She stopped answering her phone. When police entered the house days later, the rooms were cold and empty. Only the mirror remained, spotless and gleaming. If you stand close enough, you can still see her reflection. She smiles, trapped in the glass, while something else walks free in her shape. The locals call it The Hollow Room. And every Halloween night, another reflection blinks first. Stake ID: AllexTal