Dread Stories

currently on rewrite so story is a bit of a messed

I know I feel more than others--but still feel so unprepared when overcome by this anguish that doesn't quell. Welcome to the hopeless side of my page, where I'm most likely sobbing while I write. This state feels endless, but I feel peace when I write them down. I hope you resonate with my words, but I also just hope you're okay. It isn't easy, but it also isn't forever--AND THIS TOO SHALL PASS!!! ~ With love, Sara Katherine ♡

The Gracious - Book One of The Gilt Series Edmund Crale died on a Tuesday. He expected nothing. He got Heaven - and Heaven is wrong. The village is beautiful. The people are warm. The woman who greets him knows his dead wife's name. Everything is exactly what it should be, and exactly is the wrong word for anything real. Perpetua has been here since 1348. She is genuinely kind. She is also feeding on the grief of every soul who passes through, taking the specific, irreplaceable weight of what they feel and leaving behind something that looks like a person and isn't quite. Edmund is a retired history teacher. He notices things. He makes a list. A psychological horror series set in a Heaven that got very, very old.

Have you ever wondered what lives under our feet? When the earth trembles, most people see a natural disaster. A few see something else. Across generations, forgotten witnesses uncover an ancient truth buried beneath the Philippine islands. One that was never meant to be seen.

In Korea it had been seven years since rain existed. Meteorologists called it climate change, but their models were never saying the same thing. clouds still formed and storm systems still crossed the peninsula, but not a single drop of rain fell from the sky for years. Children born during the first year of the drought had never even seen rainfall before, only what was achieved through recordings or what adults told them. Rivers shrank, forest turned yellow and famers struggled to keep their crops from dying. For seven years Korea prayed for rain, and their prayers were finally answered one quiet night. There had been no warning, no forecast, no satellite that predicted it, but rain begane to fall across the country. People could hardly believe their eyes, they had to step outside to confirm the miracle. Children played under it for the first time in their lives. Thousands recorded videos. Millions watched live broadcasts as the moment spread across the country in real time. Everyone was so relieved at the rain that they didn't even question why it felt as warm as skin. They welcomed it after years without it. They rejoiced, mouths opened under it calling it a sign, a miracle, an answer to their prayers. By sunrise they understood what they had welcomed. The rain was everywhere, people saw it standing outside their apartments, stores, hospitals or even train stations. No one knew when they arrived or where they had come from. no one had seen them arrive. Those who looked directly at them struggled to describe what they had seen. they only reported headaches, nausea, even gaps in memory that seemed to grow the longer they tried to remember. Authorities ordered citizens to remain indoors and avoid all contact but for many, the warning came too late. Because the things had already been standing inside their homes for hours.

The rules are simple. Never wander alone. Never trust an exit. And whatever you do, don't let your guard down. Trapped inside a shopping mall filled with creatures lurking beyond the fluorescent lights, Calla Reyes and her friends have survived for months by following one rule above all others; stay together. But when signs of another group begin appearing throughout the store--and old wounds surrounding the disappearing of Calla's ex-boyfriend Liam resurface--the fragile stability they've built begins to crack. As attacks grow more violent and the mystery of the store deepens, Calla is forced to confront the truth about Liam's disappearance, the people she cares about, and the possibility that escape may be far more dangerous than staying trapped. After all, some doors should never be opened.

For centuries, the people of Ashfallow have sacrificed four souls each winter to the mountain that keeps them alive. When the ancient creature demanding the offerings suddenly disappears, the village's oldest certainty collapses overnight. Asa, the Stairwarden who has spent her life delivering the tithe, must uncover what killed the mountain before whatever replaced it reaches Ashfallow.

Jeffery was working on these animatronics that entertain children... a FNAF fan book that takes place in the 60's

A young girl runs in the forest away from her attacker. Her family was murdered only a few hours ago. She was running for her life. A masked man whom shed never seen before hot on her tail. Soon after many fights and emotions, she finds herself thrown into another world of strict rules and girls' boarding home. Trying to figure out who is tracking her down, she finds herself face to face with her attacker, only to escape again and again.

Kristen Laurence is the dept that must be payed in order for Kristen's sister, Lavina to be brought back to life. Kristen's mother is willing to give up kristen with no hesitation in order to bring her daughter Lavina back but is kristen willing to give up her life and everything she loves? Hell no. After years of running, Kristen grows tiered, but has Dominus and her mother given up? And on top of that, Kristen's old and recent friends start to go missing and turn up dead. Is Kristen the cause of this and if so can she save them from something completely desirable but horrificly painful?

Love could be an illusion and make you oblivious to everything. They couldn't decipher that they are not the ones' in control.

What does not existing feels like? Is it better than what we already have? Can you still enjoy pizza while not being? If you want to know the answer to those thought provoking question than 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙢𝙣𝙤𝙩 it's the right book for you! If you don't care at all about that stuff, still read the book, it literally takes 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

The village avoided the ancient well, though no one remembered why. Its water was stagnant, covered in a thin veil of green, yet it never dried, never overflowed. Children who lingered near it claimed to hear splashes when no stone had been thrown, and at night, faint ripples disturbed its surface without wind or hand. Long ago, the earth cracked open around the well, revealing what lay beneath. A skeleton stared upward from its depths, limbs twisted, surrounded by broken jars that had once carried offerings. The bones rested upon a bed of moss that pulsed faintly, as if it were alive. Its hollow eyes seemed fixed on the sky, watching eternally, waiting. Those who dared to peer too long swore the water darkened, shadows rising from its depths to tug at their reflection. One farmer tied a rope around his waist and leaned in to recover one of the ancient jars. The rope went taut, jerking violently, and when it was pulled back, it was frayed and slick, but empty. The well fed on curiosity. Each year, someone vanished-a child, a traveler, a drunkard stumbling home. The ground around it grew damp with unnatural warmth, as though the earth itself had veins of blood. On moonless nights, bubbles rose from below, carrying with them a foul stench of decay. The skeleton never changed, yet its position shifted subtly with each passing season. Some days its hands rested at its sides, other days upon its chest, and sometimes, it reached upward, fingers extended just beneath the surface. When the villagers gathered one morning, they found the moss had spread beyond the well, curling into the soil like roots searching for new hosts. The skeleton was gone. Only the jars remained, resting on the surface of water blacker than the night sky, reflecting nothing at all. The well no longer waited. It had begun to climb.

What would you do if your life changed in just one morning?

Jess Faye is a girl who hates almost everything. She doesn't want friends, she doesn't want to be around people, she doesn't want her mom to bother her, and she DOES NOT want to go on the school camping trip to the Redriver woods. The woods are famous for their almost hauntingly like scenery and the infamous gruesome murders there. The school and Jess don't know that in the shadows of the woods lurk a pyschotic group of killers. Jess will have to learn to survive by her wits and cooperate with the people she hates if she wants to live through this.

Here is some made up scary stories some I found on the internet so here it goes horror awaits you! ( Most of the stories I will post are written by myself )

Amelia never knew her parents, all her life she's grown up in her uncle, the duke's castle with his wife Eliza. While she's always been grateful for her upbringing , she's never really felt like she truly belonged. She's always wanted a life outside the confines of the castle walls. One night at a ball held in the castle she meets the Devitt's, a wealthy family who had just moved into their village. Right away , they stood out from everyone else. From the minute the Devitt's entered their ballroom, Amelia's life began to change drastically. With the Devitt's come secrets and revelations that force Amelia to question everything...and everyone. ~Looking for a fun, easy read type story with twist and turns that keep you guessing? An eighteenth century vampire storyline perhaps?? A vampire style 'pride and predjudice' take on things? Then look no further ;)

A collection of poems written during early 2021. The title refers to the "shitty" lyrics that still do have potential hence the "hopeful" part. This was just me still figuring out how to write and create my poetic identity. These aren't masterpieces but they are, well, something. Hope you enjoy.

Chiaroscuro is a raw and unfiltered exploration of the mind-fractured, tangled, and desperately searching for meaning. In a world that demands coherence, this collection embraces disorder, weaving together thoughts that are both heavy and fleeting, violent and tender, detached yet deeply felt. Both a mirror and a descent, it delves into the paradoxical nature of being-where morality blurs, instincts clash with restraint, and what is hidden beneath the surface threatens to unravel. A distribution of light and shadow, Chiaroscuro does not seek perfection, but balance-a mind laid bare in all its rawness and intensity, both beautiful and unrefined, both chaotic and graceful.