3:17 a.m. The last Nightmare

At 3:17 a.m., a monster under my bed cleared his throat. "Can you come tomorrow?" I whispered. "I have a mathematics test." "I have a complaint," he replied. Suddenly, my bed fell through the floor. I...

Pranshu NayakAbout the AuthorA storyteller fascinated by nightmares, mysteries, and the beautiful chaos of imagination, the author loves exploring the thin line between dreams and reality. With a passion for dark fantasy, unexpected twists, and humour hidden in