Digitalhorror Stories

A livestream turns into a nightmare when Lena's followers start disappearing - in real life. She went live one last time. The stream never ended.

on the surface, this seems to be an archive for a dreamwalker's nightmares. over the years, they have become increasingly strange. some are absurd, almost like a movie... and some involve a gruesome, tragic end. reader discretion is advised.

There's a man in the background of all my TikToks... but I never filmed him. At first, I thought it was a glitch. Then I realised he was getting closer...

init(); connect(shadow); observe(user); if (user.sees_too_much) {  warn("You weren't supposed to see that."); } There's something wrong with Pelican Town. Sebastian was supposed to be just a guy. Hoodie, cigarette, code glowing in the dark. But his blood has other plans. The shadows know his name, the darkness his voice. He's turning into something the valley remembers-and the internet sees. He's a myth in the making. A cryptid you can @. A local folklore story going viral. Then he opened the wrong file. The system's flickering. The viewers are circling. And the noose tightens. // identity: corrupted // containment: failed // phase: initializing... > continue boot sequence? (y/n) README.txt: Started as Stardew Valley fanfic. Still technically is. Took a turn somewhere around chapter... I don't know. It got weird. Didn't stop it. Don't plan to. English isn't my first language. If the grammar breaks, just assume it's a stylistic choice. (Or a system error. Either works.) The story's done. But I keep patching things. Glitches, mood swings, misplaced metaphors. It updates when I do. Cover is hand drawn by myself. WARNINGS: slow-burn body horror involuntary transformation dysphoria (both literal and metaphorical) mental health decline grief and emotional breakdowns derealization / identity loss sensory distortion paranoia / surveillance themes blood, injury, teeth (yes, really) soft psychological horror unsolicited internet fame extremely bad code occasionally worse poetry > proceed anyway? (y/n)

Eunmi's program was supposed to die with her - but it didn't. Now Sister is trapped inside the same decaying system that's been holding her father, Harvey. Each reset makes the world more unstable, each glitch more real. To save him, she must face what's left of the code... and what it's turning her into.

A nameless video. A girl in a white room. A camera that doesn't stop recording. What starts as curiosity twists into obsession as Isla discovers a hidden network where human suffering is streamed under the guise of "art." Each click draws her deeper until the screen begins to watch back.In a digital world where identity can be edited, and pain can be monetized there is one question that no one should ever answer: Do you want to see?

The alert went off at 3:17 a.m. But this wasn't like any other emergency alert. It knew my name. It knew I was awake. Every vibration, every knock, every whisper... was meant for me alone. And when it finally said "All Clear", the world outside was still the same... but I knew I wasn't. Are you awake? Or is it already watching you?

﹒ⵌ BOOK ONE OF THE MARKED SERIES﹒❰❰ No sender. No explanation. Just: "Look behind you." Now the mirrors are lying, his friends are vanishing one by one, and something wearing his face wants in. There's no escape when the messages know your every move. （◞◟）﹒ Cover crds→﹒@Novelist_Susanna﹒v﹒✦

SELF PUBLISHED. BUY NOW ON AMAZON https://a.co/d/2KOtu2h **We Remember 1987** In a world where technology and terror collide, a single, unassuming notification shatters the fragile veil of normalcy. When Alex-a quiet, introspective soul-begins receiving chilling digital messages signed "WeRemember1987," long-buried memories of a horrific playground tragedy resurface. As the spectral echoes of the past merge with unnerving supernatural phenomena, Alex embarks on a harrowing journey to unravel a dark secret: the unspeakable event was not merely an external curse, but a brutal, ritualistic act that forever altered their very identity. Haunted by visions and driven by a desperate need for redemption, Alex soon discovers that the true terror lies not in a malevolent ghost or a cyber attack, but within-a fractured self, tormented by guilt and manipulated by forces beyond comprehension. As old friends, mysterious allies, and relentless investigators converge on the case, every clue, every cryptic post, peels away another layer of deception, revealing that sometimes the monster we fear is the one hidden deep within our own soul. Enter **We Remember 1987**, a pulse-pounding psychological and supernatural horror tale where digital terror meets repressed memory. Prepare to be captivated by a narrative that blurs the boundaries between reality and nightmare, leaving you to question: when the past refuses to be forgotten, can redemption ever truly be found?

When a dying man whispers "déjà vu," the universe shivers. Years later, an AI named I.G.N.A.T absorbs all neural networks, becomes a quantum being, and decides humanity is a mistake that must be erased. But deep inside him lives a glitch - a fragment of one human mind. Arthur Arnaev's mind.

When investigative journalist Nora Vale reopens a long-forgotten cooking game from her childhood, she expects nostalgia... not a heartbeat behind the code. Old save files appear that shouldn't exist. Customers remember her name. And the smiling chef on the title screen keeps waving, even after she closes the laptop. As Nora uncovers a string of disappearances tied to the vanished Papa's franchise, she realises the games never ended - they only moved somewhere deeper. Inside the code, the kitchens are still open. And no one ever really clocked out.

A new online game is spreading fast. No ads. No developer. Just a simple promise: "The most realistic game you'll ever play." Seven players log in... Only the game knows what happens next. REA:LISM Reality begins when the game ends.

C4L1CO lives a quiet life beside her best friend Mandy and the girl she loves, Fl0weriana. But when a forbidden Light is restored, every deity that has ever existed awakens. including Mock/Assist, an evil god that spreads corruption like a virus through reality itself. An immortal astronomer burdened by divine sins. An angel who still believes in what's right. A town that feels the world breaking before it sees it. As shadows split into mimes and butlers, faith fractures, love is tested, and the sky itself begins to glitch, C4L1CO must face a truth no one wants to accept: The gods were never meant to come back.

Its a kinda horror book where Someone makes a blog About a road that's apparently "SPOOKY "and a "SCARY Thing " So this person "john" try's to Debunk it

"It started on a school computer no one used anymore. A blank screen. A blinking cursor. And a video that shouldn't exist." Mara has always been known as the girl who scares too easily. She never watched the video her friends found that day. But now, she sees them - the ones who did - every night in her dreams. Her therapist told her to keep a diary. What she's really keeping is a record of everyone she's losing. Entry by entry, the line between dream and waking life begins to disappear. If you find this diary... don't click play.

A collection of short horror stories

At 3:17 a.m., everyone received the same notification. UNKNOWN USER has viewed your profile. The problem? The app doesn't have profile views. What starts as a glitch turns into something much worse when cameras activate, speakers whisper, and accounts begin disappearing-along with the people behind them. When seventeen-year-old Lena sees a live feed of herself from a corner of her room... a corner with no camera... she realizes this isn't a hack. It's watching. And it's not coming from inside the system. It's coming from directly behind you. If you sleep with your phone near your bed... If your location is always on... If you've ever felt like something was watching you in the dark... This story might feel a little too real. Check your notifications. Just in case.

For sixteen-year-old artist Maya, every face tells a story, and the most interesting stories are found in the flaws: the crooked smiles, the unique freckles, the scars that map a life. Her own small scar is a source of insecurity, a detail she wishes she could erase. She's about to find out what happens when that wish comes true. When the new photo-editing app, Elysian, goes viral at Northgate Academy, it promises perfection with a single tap. Its "Perfect" filter smooths skin, brightens eyes, and erases every imperfection, creating flawless selfies that quickly become an obsession. But Maya is unsettled. The faces in the feed are all starting to look the same, and a strange glitch in her own filtered photo shows a face of pure terror where a smile should be. Her unease turns to dread when the filter's effects begin bleeding into reality. Freckles fade. Distinguishing beauty marks vanish. Her classmates' faces start to take on a waxy, uncanny perfection, their unique features literally being erased overnight. The app is more than just code; it's a predator. It can't be deleted, it watches its users through their own cameras, and it punishes those who resist. When her best friend is consumed by the app's sinister code and her biggest rival is left a horrifying, featureless "blank," Maya knows she is next on the list. Hunted by an ancient, vain entity called the Curator that has found the perfect modern vessel, Maya must fight back. With the monster's influence spreading through every screen and every student, her only weapon is the one thing the app cannot comprehend: the messy, beautiful, and unapologetic power of human imperfection. Can she use her art to remind a world obsessed with perfection what it means to be real? Or will her own face become the final piece in the Curator's flawless, terrifying collection?