Hobbs Lane: short story

Sometimes it’s not the monsters or aliens that get under your skin — it’s the silence. Hobbs Lane began as a university assignment, a simple prompt about lawn ornaments, but it grew into something darker. A foggy street, a dying engine, and the uneasy feeling that you’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere familiar.

This story isn’t about jump scares or gore; it’s about the tension that creeps in when the world stops feeling safe. A place where headlights flicker, shadows linger too long, and the only thing breaking the stillness is your own heartbeat.

It’s a different kind of Almost a Cult Classic — one that trades VHS static for quiet dread. A short trip down a suburban road that may never end.