Liz Zemlicka

Tag: fiction

  • MILE MARKER 117

    MILE MARKER 117

    The investigation centers on the mysterious disappearance of truck driver Daniel Mercer near Mile Marker 117, where similar incidents have occurred over forty years. Despite no physical evidence, multiple witnesses have recalled a farmhouse that isn’t documented. Seeking answers, the narrator plans to explore this enigmatic location, questioning the nature of the disappearances.

  • Journal Entry #4: It’s Too Late

    Journal Entry #4: It’s Too Late

    I Should Have Listened Am I losing my mind? A flash of lightning split the sky. For an instant, the street appeared again. And something was standing at the far end of it. I blinked. Darkness swallowed everything. Another flash. The figure was closer. My breath caught. It hadn’t moved. It couldn’t have. There hadn’t…

  • Journal Entry #3: Unknown Caller

    Journal Entry #3: Unknown Caller

    Don’t answer the phone I pressed the phone to my ear. For a moment, all I heard was static. A low hiss. The sound of rain. Then breathing. My blood turned to ice. Because it sounded exactly like mine. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. The darkness around me felt suddenly enormous, as if the walls…

  • I Found A Journal Written by Future Me: Part 2 at 11:14 PM

    I Found A Journal Written by Future Me: Part 2 at 11:14 PM

    Don’t Answer The Phone The lightning vanished. Darkness swallowed the street again. I stumbled backward so fast my shoulder slammed into the kitchen counter, sending my coffee mug crashing onto the floor. Ceramic exploded across the tile. But I barely heard it. Because my eyes were still locked on the window. Waiting for another flash.…

  • I Found a Journal Written by Future Me.

    I Found a Journal Written by Future Me.

    Future me was trying to warn me. The journal was sitting on my kitchen table when I got home from work. At first, I thought someone had broken into my apartment. I froze in the doorway, staring at the black leather notebook resting beside my coffee mug like it belonged there. The apartment was silent…

  • The Week That Wouldn’t End

    The Week That Wouldn’t End

    About halfway to work, traffic slowed to a crawl. Red brake lights stretched endlessly ahead of me, glowing through the gray drizzle like a trail of warning lights. The radio announcer mentioned a major accident up ahead, but by then there was nowhere to turn around. As I inched forward between police cruisers and ambulances,…

  • Journal Entry #9

    Journal Entry #9

    One minute I was standing in the kitchen trying to force myself to eat something, and the next I was staring at the microwave clock like I’d just woken from a dream.

  • 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…

  • 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.