Mysterious Tales by Dahlia Blake

A scary late-night radio station story that will give you chills 🌙 It all began on a quiet Tuesday night. It was 12;03 a.m. The sky outside was completely dark-no moon, no stars, just endless darkness all over a sleeping town. Cold wind crept through narrow alleys, brushing past dusty windows and forgotten street corners. The streets were empty. Even the dogs had stopped barking. Inside a small, dimly lit building at the edge of town sat WZRD 101.7 FM, a local radio station with peeling paint and dim lights. Most people didn’t even know the radio staition still exists. However for the few lonely night owls, it was a comforting voice for the night.  That voice belonged to "Lena Carter”, a 27-year old night radio host with a soft voice, calm tone that could make anyone fall sleep. Her voice would relax people. She had been working the midnight shift for two years. She loved the peace. The silence. The way the world felt paused while she spoke to invisible listeners through the mic....

By Dahlia Blake The night was heavier than usual. There was thickness of fog  swallowing up Maya Ellis’s headlights as she drove through the deserted highway  passing the woods near  Cedar Hollow . Her eyes were stinging from exhaustion. The best thing she could do at that moment was not falling asleep while driving.  She had just wrapped a design workshop in a town she didn’t even remember the name of, and all she wanted now was a warm bath and a bed that didn’t have four tires beneath it. It was hard for her to reach her home. . The silence inside the car was interrupted only by the soft static of the dying radio signal, as she curved along the roadside. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, the screen glowing weakly with the warning:Battery low!! She opened her maps app, hoping to find a nearby hotel. But there was nothing. No listings. Just a patch of blank road.  Strange,  she thought. She was panicking real good. But she hoped, that a town this clos...

   Part Four: The Final Reflection Nina didn’t sleep much after that morning. She didn’t cry. She didn’t call anyone. She didn’t even check the mirror again. But something in her had changed. The apartment felt colder. Time felt slower. And her reflection… didn’t always follow her anymore. Sometimes, she caught it looking at her when she wasn’t looking at it. Like it was waiting. By the fifth night, she knew something was coming. And it wasn’t going to let her leave. At  3:03 a.m. , the phone rang again. Same word: Answer. This time, the screen didn’t show a dot. It showed  Liana . Her face was pale, lips trembling, tears running down her cheeks. Her voice came out in gasps: “He’s behind the glass. He’s wearing your face.” Then her image turned black. Nina stared at the screen, heart pounding. She stood up, slowly, and walked to the mirror. It was still cracked, but the pieces hadn’t fallen off. Her reflection was waiting for her — smiling. Nina didn’t smile back. “W...

  Two days passed. No sign of Liana. The police thought she’d run off, maybe stressed or overwhelmed. Nina told them the truth, but no one believed her. She tried to forget. She tried to sleep. But the phone wouldn’t stop. Every night, at exactly  3:03 a.m. , it rang. No number. No contact name. Just one word on the screen: “Answer.” She ignored it. Every night. Until the fourth night, when fear gave way to anger. She needed to know. At  3:03 , the phone buzzed again. This time, she picked it up. “Hello?” Silence. Then a voice came through — broken, shaky, and far away, like it was calling from deep underground: “She’s not gone. She’s trapped. You’re next.” Nina felt her heart stop. “Who is this?” she whispered, but the voice was gone. Replaced by static. Her screen turned white. Then a single black dot appeared in the middle. It blinked. Once. Twice. Then she couldn’t move. Her body froze. Her eyes were locked on the screen. She couldn’t blink. Couldn’t speak. A whisper ...

Part Two: The Mirror Test The air in Nina’s room had gone ice cold. She could feel the chill crawling up her back like invisible fingers. Her phone buzzed again, but she didn’t want to look. Not after what she and Liana just saw. That message… One of you isn’t real. It stayed on the screen, glowing in the dark like a warning. Liana’s hands were shaking as she held her phone. “What does it mean?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I don’t know,” Nina said, though deep down, something told her it wasn’t just a prank. Something was watching them — maybe even playing with them. The power flickered. The lights dimmed, then returned, casting the room in a sickly yellow glow. Nina’s eyes drifted to the mirror on the wall. It was tall, slightly cracked at the corner, and old — something that had come with the apartment. She'd never paid it much attention before. Now it felt like it was breathing. “I think we need to check,” Nina said slowly. “Check what?” Liana asked. “The m...

  The night was cold and quiet. Rain tapped gently on the windows, and the wind outside made a low, creepy sound. Inside her small room, Nina sat on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest, wrapped in a hoodie. The only light came from her phone screen, glowing in the dark. It was late —  2:47 a.m.  Her eyes were tired as she scrolled through short videos, not really watching anything. The room was silent, and she could hear the clock ticking on the wall. Then, suddenly, her phone buzzed. [Unknown] is typing… Nina stared at the message. There was no app name. No phone number. Just those three words. She waited, confused. Then the message appeared: [Unknown]: Why did you ignore me? Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t talked to anyone. Who was this? Before she could think, the front camera light blinked for a second. Click. It sounded like the phone had taken a picture. She gasped and, without thinking, threw the phone across the room. It landed on the carpet. The scree...