Crypt Stories

Crypt scene but better. Completely unrelated to my other fic also relating to the crypt scene with almost the same title. I just have issues with that crypt scene man.

One thing leads to another and your life can turn into a tell of pain,sadness, and depression, but also wealth,strength, and persuasion.

A buried chamber holds a skeleton guarding countless sealed jars, each imprisoning tortured souls whose whispers and scratching grow louder whenever the tomb is disturbed.

Peace Camp started with a bang, literally. Dead bodies, explosions, and monsters within the first week of summer camp created the perfect playground for the Khr'Vurr, Dragon Valley's resident terrorist organization. Keeping her true nature carefully hidden, ice-cold assassin, Lady Sarah Trellick, reluctantly agrees to play the dragon's game of cat and mouse, all the while searching for a way to protect her home valley. During the dangerous game, she grows ever desperate for Nick, the mate her Sídhí blood picked as her soul mate, a mate that hates her. Time is running out.

A short story

"It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul." "My name is Aaron Williams. I do hope we could have met under different circumstances, but as it is I welcome you to my home. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?" The girl stared at him for what might have been a full minute. "Your home? This… cave is your home?" Aaron frowned, straightening. "Cave? I'll have you know this is a fine crypt, young lady. Very fine indeed. You probably don't care about all the minutiae of its expensive construction, but—" "Crypt?" she repeated, horrified. "We're in a crypt?" "Did you know that repeating things is considered a sign of lack of intelligence?" "Williams…" she mused, her eyes darting around. "I know that name. Williams. Williams… oh. Oh God."

Unearthed from a stone-bound grave, a leathery corpse lies frozen in an endless scream, its presence poisoning the earth and exhaling a breath that should have died centuries ago.

I hope that you guys know what is crypt tv is but enjoy the story

I'm not entirely sure what I'm writing here.... let's just go with random drabbles for now.

Ardianna Fletcher, 16, bored and annoyed. This was possibly the biggest change Ard had ever had to face. A whole new home, new school, new location, new atmosphere. She was terrified. Vital beach, a quiet seaside community where nothing exciting ever really happened, or at least Ard thought so. Secrets are well kept among the seaside community, big secrets. As the word starts to unravel around Ard she finds herself stumbling into mystery after mystery, finding new friendships, romances, and new enemies. New mysteries creep into view, unexpected, obscure, enigmatic, seemingly unsolvable. Leaving her to tackle possibly the best or the worst summer ever. --- -The smell was unbarable, decaying flesh smelt worse than anything imaginable, but this had to be done. They wanted to get away with it, to live anther day, free to walk the earth. The guilt was punishment enough in itself, they thought. Each of them helped to haul up the limp, rotting corpse, rolling it, letting it go down, down to the mouth of jutting rocks, like claws piercing the skin, where that body would never be found again. They left the scene, washing their hands, despite them being clean. Trying to wash the guilt away. - - Grzq vkh ihoo, wr rfhdqv khoo, qhyhu wr eh irxqg, ehqhdwk wkh vzhoo-

Kurt was extremely insecure about his unibrow. He hated it, and at the same time he didn't think shaving the hair between his eyebrows would be a good idea. His razor would lack the precision and maneuverability needed to properly maintain it. This was a problem. He had decided that he would tweeze the hairs, that way he could shape his eyebrows and hide any evidence of his unattractive brow-bridge. This would, of course, start a rigorous grooming routine that Kurt kept secret.

Fjord Talonslash, the Khajiit, wondered why he had to hike up this giant mountain to see some old men. Why couldn't they have chosen someone else? Most importantly, who is this Dragonborn fellow?

In the town of Rue hundreds go missing every year, but the residents ignore it because they believe that it's paranormal, but then a new resident moves in named Crypt, and he starts a small team to look for the missing people, and find out what's wrong with this town, but Crypt and his team will soon find out, the town isn't as innocent as it looks.

Tftc short horror stories

Workers break open a stone chamber and uncover three skeletons locked in unnatural poses, their final moments etched into the rock around them.

An archaeologist uncovers the grave of a Viking king and finds a corroded pendant shaped like a fading human figure dissolving into a cross, carved with runes and a haunting face. Disturbing it awakens a silence too heavy to be natural, as if the buried king still listens from the earth.

A Ghost story derived from several real life experiences !

Ask Crypt and me about their AU! Who knows it may make things a little clearer for you when I publish Crypts story....