Episode 1: supernatural or horror
The Lost Collector
Monte had been a collector all his life. As a younger man, it had all been about classic cars, coins, and antiques. But as he had grown older, his tastes had changed. He collected the strange and unusual. Things like odd-shaped rocks, rare minerals, and obscure artifacts. Some of his items were of questionable value, some were simply fascinating, and all were carefully stored away in his attic.
One night, Monte was rummaging through his collection when he stumbled upon a strange-looking object. It was a small, wooden box that had been sealed shut with a wax stamp, as if to protect its contents. Monte was unable to identify it, so he decided to open it to see what lay inside. When he pried off the seal, he found a parchment rolled up inside.
As he unrolled it, he discovered that it was a treasure map. According to the map, there was a hidden treasure somewhere in the woods behind his house. Monte was intrigued, and he began to make plans to find the treasure.
He decided to set out the following morning before anyone else woke. He changed into some old clothes he had in the attic and then ventured out into the darkness. He followed the map, and soon he found himself in a clearing in the woods. In the center of the clearing was a large tree with an opening at its base.
Monte cautiously stepped inside and saw a treasure trove of all kinds of odd items. Some of them he recognized, others he had never seen before. But he knew they must all be valuable—just the kind of things he loved to collect. He began to fill his bag with the items, but as he did he realized something was strangely off.
The items in the trove seemed to be disappearing. Every time he grabbed something, it immediately disappeared. Monte was shocked, and he quickly stopped. He looked around the cavern to see if there was anything else, but everything else had also disappeared.
He soon realized that he had stumbled upon something ancient and powerful. Something that had been here for centuries and had been carefully protected by this magical treasure trove. Monte was scared and quickly ran back home.
When he returned to his attic, he found that the items he had taken from the treasure trove were still there. He had been lucky—the magic of the trove had prevented him from taking anything. But he wasn’t sure how to make sense of what he had seen.
Monte spent the rest of the night in his attic, thinking about the strange treasure trove. He knew he couldn’t take anything from it, but he also couldn’t help but feel curious. He wondered who had created it and why. In the end, he decided he had to go back and find out.
The next morning, Monte ventured back into the woods. He followed the map, and soon he found himself in the clearing. The opening in the tree was gone, and the treasure trove was no more. But he also discovered something else—a hidden door at the base of the tree.
He opened the door and found himself in a room that was filled with all kinds of strange and mysterious objects. Some of them he recognized, others he had never seen before. As he looked around the room, he realized that he had found the lost collector—the one who had created the trove and somehow managed to keep it hidden all these years.
Monte was stunned. He had no idea who this person was, or why they had created such a strange collection. But he knew he had to find out. He began to search the room, looking for any clue that could lead him to the creator of the treasure trove.
But as he searched, Monte noticed something strange. All of the objects in the room were beginning to disappear. They were fading away, just like the items in the treasure trove. Monte knew he had to hurry. He needed to find out who the collector was before it was too late.
But just as he was about to give up, Monte noticed a small box tucked away in the corner of the room. He opened the box and found a journal inside. As he read the journal, he learned about the collector and all the secrets he had kept over the years.
The collector had been searching for a powerful artifact that would give him the power to control time. He had not been able to find it, but he had collected all kinds of odd items in his search. These items were the ones that had been hidden in the treasure trove.
Monte was shocked by what he had discovered. He had solved the mystery of the treasure trove and learned the identity of the collector. But he was still unsure what the ultimate goal of the collector had been. He realized he would never know the answer, at least not until he found the artifact the collector had been searching for.
Monte had found the lost collector, but his quest to discover the truth was far from over. He closed the journal and walked out of the room, determined to find the artifact and learn its secrets. He was sure that whatever he found would be far more valuable than anything he had found in the treasure trove.
Episode 2: The Forgotten Room
It was strange but no one in town had seen Professor Carlisle for some time, as if he had just vanished overnight. All that remained was a single, low brick house tucked away at the end of a winding lane. It was a small, unassuming property, but the strange stories surrounding it would draw the bravest of souls to its front door.
As the local postman made his Sunday morning rounds, he found the front door of Professor Carlisle’s house ajar. Cautiously, he entered and proceeded down a long, dimly-lit hallway. At its end, he found a mysterious door. He opened it and discovered a hidden, secret room.
Inside that room were several strange and unusual items that had been painstakingly collected by the professor. A peculiar painting of a man with a long beard hung on the wall, a peculiar contraption of gears and levers stood on a nearby table, and a strange book with a large lock on it had been propped up in the corner.
The postman was about to leave when he noticed a small key on the floor, just beneath the book. He picked it up and inserted it into the book’s lock. With a click, the book opened and the postman found it was filled with incomprehensible symbols and words.
Suddenly, the room filled with an otherworldly light as the postman was startled by a voice from behind him.
“Welcome to The Forgotten Room,” it said. The postman spun around to find Professor Carlisle standing before him. “This is the place I come to when I need to think and discover,” the professor explained.
The postman inquired why the professor hadn’t been seen in town, and the professor went on to explain that he had been in The Forgotten Room for most of that time. The professor then continued to tell the postman of his strange and unusual creations, using the strange symbols and words found in the book. He had been working on a project to unlock the secrets of nature.
The postman was incredulous, and asked how it was that the professor had managed to make such a discovery.
“Oh, it’s not that incredible,” the professor replied. “I merely have to enter The Forgotten Room and the answers will be revealed.”
The postman didn’t understand, so the professor went on to explain that the painting, contraption and book were all essential components of his project. He said that with each item, he could uncover greater revelations of the natural world.
After a few more inquiries, the postman thanked the professor for his time and was preparing to leave when the professor made a shocking request.
“Before you go, I would like to ask you one final favor,” the professor said, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “I would like you to stay in The Forgotten Room for one night, and to observe what happens. I can promise you will be amazed.”
The postman was taken aback, but curiosity won out and he accepted the professor’s proposal. That night, he locked himself in The Forgotten Room, feeling more apprehension than ever before.
The first thing he noticed was that the painting, contraption and book had all come alive. The gears of the contraption began to turn, the pages of the book moved, and the eyes of the bearded man in the painting seemed to follow him around the room. But strangest of all were the secrets of nature that were revealed to the postman. He found himself surrounded by phenomena that science had only recently begun to uncover.
The postman awoke in the middle of the night, exhausted yet fulfilled, and he realized that the professor had been right: The Forgotten Room was truly remarkable and filled with secrets.
When the postman returned to Professor Carlisle’s house the following day, the professor seemed to have vanished, just as mysteriously as he had appeared. All that was left behind was the strange room and its secrets.
From that day forward, The Forgotten Room has become a place of mystery and secrets, drawing curious and brave souls from around the world. To this day, no one has ever been able to completely unlock the secrets contained within the room, but perhaps one day someone will.
Episode 3: The Last Wish
A small, somber town sits on the edge of a marsh, casting a deep and dark gloom over the land. The citizens of this small town have all but forgotten its name, but one thing that remains from its ancient past is the old, decrepit wishing well.
It is said that if one could make a wish upon this old well, it would come true. Some may feel that this is only a legend, but for the people of this small town, the truth was far harsher.
It’s been years since anyone made a wish on the well, and those who dared to try never seemed to get their wish fulfilled. Yet, despite this, there was something alluring about the mysterious nature of the well.
One day, a young man named Joe decided to take his chances and make a wish. He threw a coin into the well and wished for something impossible- to make all of his dreams come true. As he wished, he heard a loud crash, and the ground around the well began to shake and rumble.
The sky darkened and the air grew thick, and Joe suddenly felt a strange force gripping his body. He felt like he was being pulled towards the well, and all of a sudden he was standing before it, feeling a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach.
He had no idea what was going on, and he was about to turn and leave when a voice came from the well.
“Make one more wish, and it shall be granted”, the voice said.
Joe felt a chill run down his spine, yet he could feel a strange pull towards the well. He hesitated for a moment, but then decided to make another wish. He wished for something impossible- to be able to make one more wish.
Instantly, the sky lit up with a bright flash of light and the ground stopped shaking. Joe felt the force gripping him dissipate, and he slowly made his way back to his home.
He didn’t really know what had just happened, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just made a deal with something far more powerful than himself.
The weeks went by and Joe noticed a few strange things happening in his life. He started having vivid dreams, and he had an incredible amount of success in everything he did. He was starting to believe that his wishes had actually been granted, yet in the back of his mind he knew that it wasn’t quite right.
It was then that he started to notice something else. He noticed that every time he made a wish, something bad would happen to someone else. He couldn’t make sense of it, but he knew it was somehow connected to the well.
He decided to go back to the well and make one last wish. As he stood before it, he wished for the power to make a wish without it coming true. He immediately heard a loud crash and felt a strange force pulling him back towards the well.
He looked up to see a dark figure standing before him. It was the being from the well, and it spoke to him in a low, gravelly voice.
“Your last wish has been granted. You now have the power to make a wish without it coming true. However, remember this. Every time you make a wish, something bad will still happen to someone else. Be careful with your wishes, or you may end up in a world of pain.”
With that, the figure disappeared and Joe was left alone with his thoughts. He realized that he now had the power to make a wish without it coming true, but he also knew that every time he did, someone else would suffer.
He wasn’t sure if this was a blessing or a curse, but he knew that he would have to live with this newfound knowledge for the rest of his life.
Episode 4: The Night Gallery
By Jacob White
It began, as so many of the strange tales of The Night Gallery do, with a scientific expedition led by the renowned anthropologist Dr. Marissa Moore. Dr. Moore, a tall woman with a stern face but a kind heart, led a small group of other academics to a small, isolated island off the coast of Scotland. The island was home to strange, ancient ruins and an even stranger and ancient ritual. As her team explored the ruins, Dr. Moore quickly realized that this was not an ordinary archaeological dig.
The group had barely had time to take in their surroundings when an unexpected guest arrived. He was tall and thin, and wore a long, hooded cloak. He approached Dr. Moore and her team, introducing himself as the master of the island, known only as “The Collector”. He spoke in a strange, distant voice, and his dark eyes seemed to hold some hidden knowledge.
The Collector told them of a peculiar phenomenon occurring on the island. Every few months, a strange maelstrom of supernatural energy would swirl around the island and the ruins, distorting time and space, twisting reality and creating doors to other realms. It was this phenomenon that drew Dr. Moore and her team to the island.
The Collector asked them to join him on a journey deep into the heart of the island’s ruins, to explore the phenomenon in more detail. He warned them, however, that the Night Gallery was a dangerous place. If they entered, they must take care not to disturb the twisted creatures that dwelled there.
The group followed The Collector through the winding corridors of the ruins. Everywhere they looked, they saw strange statues, paintings, and artifacts from various cultures from around the world. Some of the statues and artifacts seemed to be alive with a strange, eerie energy. As they moved deeper into the ruins, they noticed that the walls seemed to move, almost as if they were alive.
Soon, the group arrived at the entrance to the Night Gallery. It was a massive chamber filled with eerie blue light. The group was mesmerized by the beauty and strangeness of the Gallery. As they explored the chamber, they noticed a strange mural on the wall. It depicted a figure with a twisted face and wild eyes, surrounded by writhing tentacles.
The Collector explained that the figure depicted in the mural was a powerful sorcerer who had lived in the ruins many centuries ago. He had discovered a way to create portals to other realms, and with the help of his diabolical powers, he had opened the Night Gallery.
The Collector then revealed the true nature of the Night Gallery. It existed outside the laws of time and space, and could be used to travel to other realms, other dimensions, and other worlds. He warned the group that if they were to activate the Night Gallery, they must take great care not to disturb its twisted occupants.
The group agreed to explore the Night Gallery. As they entered the chamber, they noticed a strange statue at the center of the room. It was a figure of a man, with dark, empty eyes and an expression of pure malevolence. The Collector warned them that they must not touch the statue, as it contained an ancient, powerful evil.
The group continued to explore the Night Gallery, finding strange and wondrous artifacts, as well as more of the twisted denizens of this strange realm. Eventually, they came upon a door that led to a strange, flickering portal. Beyond the portal was a world of darkness and shadows, where twisted creatures lurked in the shadows, waiting to ensnare the unwary explorers.
The group soon found themselves caught up in a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse with the creatures of the Night Gallery. They were forced to use all their wits and courage to survive, but in the end, they managed to escape the Gallery and return to their own realm.
But the nightmare was not over, for the group found that the Night Gallery had been left open, and strange creatures were now running rampant in their world. Dr. Moore and her team must now find a way to close the Gallery, and in doing so, put an end to the terror and danger unleashed by its twisted inhabitants.
The fate of Dr. Moore and her team, as well as the fate of the world is left up in the air, as the tale of the Night Gallery comes to an end. Who knows what strange and dark events await in the future? Only time will tell…
Episode 5: The Night Gallery: The Forgotten Vault
It was a dark and stormy night in rural Melton, Illinois. The rain beat against the pavement and danced through the cobblestone streets. A chill wind blew through the trees, and the moon was bright in the sky.
Among the few buildings in Melton was a peculiar old building known to the locals as “The Forgotten Vault”. It was an old, abandoned bank that was decaying and crumbling from age. Most of the locals gave it a wide berth, and it was easy to understand why. It had a certain air of dread and terror about it, almost as if something supernatural lived there.
It was said that inside this ominously named building was a great treasure hidden away. But the only way to get inside was to break open the enormous vault door that sealed it away from the world. Of course, the door was so old and corroded that most people assumed that it was impossible to open.
But one night, during the height of a thunderstorm, something strange happened. A group of men with masks and tools arrived at the old building late at night. Faceless silhouettes against the stormy sky, they began to work on the vault door. In no time at all, they had broken open the lock and stood in front of the gaping entrance.
The men ventured inside, and what they found was a sight beyond their wildest imaginations. The interior of the vault was vast and sprawling, filled with artifacts and relics of a forgotten time. Paintings, sculptures, furniture and books filled the rooms, as if someone had been living there and left suddenly. But the most incredible thing of all was the paintings on the walls.
Each painting depicted a different scene of horror, some of which were truly nightmarish. The men were transfixed, unable to look away from the macabre images. It was as if the walls themselves were alive, with a kind of strange otherworldly energy that seemed to be emanating from them.
The men had no idea what to make of this supernatural revelation, but they knew one thing for sure: this place was filled with secrets, and whatever lay hidden within the vault would surely be worth more than any treasure known to man.
And so, with a strange combination of fear and curiosity, the men ventured deeper into the forgotten vault, seeking out the secrets and secrets-within-secrets that surely lay hidden within. What would they find? Would they uncover the truth behind the eerie paintings? Would they make it out alive?
The answer, as always, lies in the night gallery.
Episode 6: The Name of the Novel: Belladonna
The midnight hour had come and gone, yet still the old man plodded along the moonlit path winding its way through the brambly woods surrounding the small village of Beldor. Though the night was cool, he wore naught but a tattered night gown and a matted cloak of some unknown fabric, both of which hung limply from his wizened frame. The old man seemed utterly unaware of his surroundings, but for the occasional glance of surprise that his hollow eyes betrayed as he crossed the threshold of a looming, wrought iron gate.
The gate opened onto a sprawling estate, the grounds of which were filled with the most remarkable assortment of plants, trees, and blossoms that one could ever hope to witness. The man waded through the foliage, taking no notice of the fragrant and colorful blooms that filled the air until he stumbled upon a clearing in the middle of the garden, a clearing filled with a very peculiar plant.
At first glance, it looked like any other perennial, but upon further inspection, the old man noticed that the stem of the plant ended in a single, dark purple blossom. Though the bloom was beautiful, what truly set it apart from the rest was the fact that it seemed to be emitting an eerie glow in the moonlight. With a trembling hand, the old man reached out to touch the strange flower and it felt as if the entirety of his life had been leading to this moment.
Belladonna, the old man suddenly thought. He had never seen such a plant before, but he recognized the name immediately. It was the same plant his grandmother had warned him against as a child, a plant said to have the ability to grant both man and beast whatever it was that they desired most. However, it was also said to come with a heavy price.
The old man knew that even though the flower was beautiful, it was also dangerous and that he would be wise to turn away and leave it in the ground. But curiosity got the better of him and he plucked the single bloom from its stem, trapping it in his gnarled palm.
He lifted the blossom to his lips and breathed in its scent. Immediately, he felt a warmth surrounding him and his body began to tingle as if electricity was coursing through his veins. He opened his eyes to find himself transported to a place he had never seen before, a place of opulent beauty and endless possibilities.
The old man stumbled forward and before him he saw what seemed like an endless number of doors stretching out before him. He was tempted to explore, to see what lay beyond each door, but he soon noticed that a single door was glowing brighter than the rest. He walked towards the light and, as he did, he noticed that the door was adorned with symbols that he could not comprehend.
He reached out his hand to touch the door, but before his fingers could make contact, the door opened of its own accord and he was filled with a strange sense of foreboding. He steeled himself and walked into the room, a room filled with an unimaginable wealth of both tangible and intangible riches.
The old man looked around in awe, but then he noticed something peculiar in the corner of his eye. It was a woman, a woman so beautiful that the old man, who had never been a believer in such things, felt his heart skip a beat. Tears began to fill his eyes and he found himself unable to look away.
The woman spoke, her voice low and soothing. She told the old man of her plight and how she had been cursed by a wicked witch and forced to remain in her current state unless a person of pure heart and noble virtue could pass through the door that led to her. This task was nearly impossible, and the old man realized that he was the only one who could save her.
He agreed to take the task and walked forward, determined to rescue the woman from her fate. He reached out to take her hand and in an instant he was surrounded by an intense, white light. He felt as if he were suspended in time, and suddenly he was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace.
He opened his eyes to find himself back in the garden, the belladonna blossom still in his hand. He looked at the flower for a long time, wondering what had just happened, but then he noticed that the petals were slowly wilting. With a heavy heart, the old man placed the blossom back onto its stem and walked away, leaving the woman behind in the mysterious and beautiful place he had found.
From that moment on, the old man’s life changed dramatically. He was a kinder and gentler man than he had ever been before and people noticed the change and respected the wisdom of his years. He lived a long, full life and passed away peacefully, surrounded by his beloved family.
And to this day, no one knows for sure whether the old man’s journey to the realm of the belladonna was a dream or a reality. All that can be said for certain is that the mysterious woman’s fate remains a mystery, though often people speak of her beauty and her beguilingly, hauntingly beautiful voice.
The belladonna still grows in the garden of the old man’s home, the same one he stumbled upon so long ago. Its stems still end in a single, dark purple blossom, and its petals still emit an eerie glow in the moonlight, but what lies beyond the door that it leads to remains an unanswered question. Perhaps it will never be known.