A girl bought an amulet. She didn’t find it in a dusty stall or a candlelit shop. She found it online. Late at night. Scrolling....

There’s a hush that falls when you open an old book—the kind with yellowed pages and the faint scent of ink and smoke. In its spine hides...

Folklore is full of creatures that lurk in the shadows, howl at the moon, or vanish into the sea with your heart tucked in their coat...