Short horror stories.

The fire should have ended it. But some grief refuses to die. When Mireya returns to her family's land in the misty hills of Sabah, the forest welcomes her like it remembers. The old house waits beneath the trees, quiet yet breathing. At night, she hears a child's cry, a mother's whisper, and footsteps that stop just outside her door. Long ago, a woman was killed here, and her unborn child was used in forbidden magic. Their souls never left. Now, Mireya begins to dream of fire, of blood, and of a little girl who calls her name. The curse runs in her blood. And blood always finds its way home. Because in this land, the dead do not rest. And the unborn do not sleep.

In a realm where hope is a fading memory and survival is an endless game, one soul has been taken beyond saving. Liriyal, once a resilient survivor, has been twisted into the Entity's perfect hunter - a vessel wholly possessed, driven by a dark intelligence that knows the survivors' every thought, every hiding place, every weakness. As she stalks them, her eyes blaze with a blood-red intensity, and a haunting melody hums through the fog, echoing the eerie familiarity that unsettles her prey. No longer a friend, no longer a savior, Liriyal has become the ultimate predator, driven by the Entity's will to hunt, torment, and break every soul she encounters. She knows her victims inside and out, anticipating their every move and dismantling their hope with a merciless smile. Each trial is a cruel game, as Liriyal's presence serves as both a reminder of what she once was and a harbinger of the horror they can't escape. For those who dare to face her, the fog is thick, the darkness absolute, and the Entity's puppet awaits with open arms and a twisted grin. Disclaimer: I dont own any of the dbd characters or the game. only Liriyal who's my own OC.

this is a true story I went through about abuse, drugs, etc so TW its very dark this isnt a tramadump its written like a a narrative piece based of my experience.

"Some rooms check you in. Room 305 checks you out." Room 305 in a once-thriving hotel is now considered cursed. Every guest who stays there ends up dead in the same position-eyes gouged out, a smile carved into their face. When Naina checks in and survives the night, Kabir is pulled into a chilling loop of time, blood, and memories that aren't his. Is Naina a survivor-or the one bringing death?

A cursed village hides a dark secret- one that awakens every thirty years with a thirst for blood and souls. Alex Carter never believed in curses until his family's past pulled him into a nightmare of dark rituals, restless spirits, and a supernatural rift threatening reality itself. Will Alex break the cycle, or will the curse claim everything he loves forever?

just be ready for those nightmares...

Each day she wakes up in a different body, not knowing who she is, and each night that body dies. She is the Reaper Syndrome, and she's desperate to know why. ***** She doesn't know what's happening. Each day she wakes up in a new body, not knowing who she is. She has to pretend to be the person, and at the end of the day her new body dies. The media have a name for these deaths: the Reaper Syndrome. No one believes it's a person jumping from body to body, until Joe. He's a conspiracy theorist, but she can make him listen. He trusts her, and he can also see the mysterious man, Samael, that's following her. Why is this happening to her? Who can she trust? Every day it takes her to end the Reaper Syndrome, another person dies. She doesn't want the last victim to be her. *2021 Wattys Shortlisted*

You'll get a variety of short horror stories here. I'm not a writer so I have collected these stories from different sources. I hope you won't mind until you're enjoying reading them.