Liz Zemlicka

Tag: creative writing

  • Journal Entry #8

    Journal Entry #8

    Before leaving my apartment, I set everything up one last time. The camera is recording through the entire night now, not just between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m. I left my laptop open on the bedside table with the sleep recording app running too.

  • Journal Entry #7

    Journal Entry #7

    Finally, she paused the video and looked at me. “I think this is your sleep paralysis demon.” I nodded like that sentence meant something reassuring. It didn’t. “What about the conversations?” I asked. “The voices?” She hesitated before answering. “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly. “But honestly… that part scares me more.” Me too. The…

  • Journal Entry #6

    Journal Entry #6

    It moved smoothly across the floor without any real motion, gliding through the darkness toward my bed. The shape was impossibly tall, thin enough that it almost looked stretched. Its arms hung too low at its sides, long enough to nearly touch the floor. Almost human. But wrong. Completely wrong.

  • Building a Creepy, Fun Membership

    Building a Creepy, Fun Membership

    Help me shape a members-only space just for my readers. If you joined an author membership, what would you actually be most excited to get—early access to stories, exclusive journal entries and bonus chapters, eerie audio narrations, or something else entirely? Cast your vote and share your ideas below.

  • Journal Entry #5

    Journal Entry #5

    Something keeps bothering me about the recordings. Every time the voices speak, they refer to someone as “he.” Not she. “He moved rooms tonight.” “He’s starting to notice.” So who are they talking about? Because it can’t be me. I’m a woman.

  • Journal Entry #4

    Journal Entry #4

    Last night, I fell asleep on the couch with the TV on. I thought I was too terrified to sleep after everything that’s happened these past few nights, but eventually exhaustion won. I remember trying to drown out my thoughts with mindless noise from the television. When I woke up, the TV was off. The…

  • Journal Entry #3

    Journal Entry #3

    About twenty minutes ago, a loud thump jolted me awake. Not a creak. Not pipes rattling in the walls. A real, heavy impact. The kind that makes your chest tighten before your brain even catches up. I turned on every light in the apartment immediately. Nothing. No open windows. No broken glass. No movement. Everything…

  • Journal Entry #2

    Journal Entry #2

    Every creak in the apartment kept me awake. Every shadow looked wrong. Around midnight, I even checked the locks three separate times. But sometime after 3:00 a.m., exhaustion finally won. This morning, the app recorded another conversation.

  • Journal Entry #1

    Journal Entry #1

    I replayed the recording three times, hoping I had misunderstood what I was hearing. Maybe it was the neighbors. Maybe the app glitched somehow. Maybe I was still half asleep and imagining things.

  • I Drove Through a Town That Doesn’t Exist

    I Drove Through a Town That Doesn’t Exist

    Weather-beaten buildings leaned at uneasy angles along the single dirt road. Their paint had long ago peeled away under years of sun and snow, leaving gray wood exposed like old bone. A rusted sign creaked above the entrance to the general store, swinging slowly whenever the cold mountain breeze passed through. Most of the windows…