Dread Stories

He wasn't bitten by chance. He was chosen by the curse. 1994. Geneva, New York. A single bite pulls Joseph Hill into a nightmare older than the land beneath his feet. As visions bleed into reality and the past refuses to stay buried, Joseph discovers that the darkness stalking him is not new-it has been waiting. Waiting for him. This is the first volume of the MOSKITO saga. Chapters will be released weekly with narrated readings. The story does not end on the page.

Too much sleep is a bad thing! Uzumaki Naruto is a cancer patient from Konoha City, the Fire country's capital. He soon learns about a new room mate who suffers from a different type of cancer, one that changes a person entirely. He definitely does NOT develop feelings for him, for he is straight and will NOT love anyone.. Or will he? Will time tell differently? Or will time cancel any plans before they are made? SasNar I chose room '505' because of the song by arctic monkeys. >:3

A cursed graveyard stirs as skeletons claw their way from shattered coffins, rising with unnatural purpose to fulfill a vengeance long buried.

After an unexpected move to the secluded village of Meru, Kouma Kirvana hopes for nothing more than an ordinary high school life. Instead, he finds himself surrounded by unsettling coincidences, unfamiliar faces, and a quiet unease that never seems to leave. As he grows closer to the people around him, the village slowly reveals a side that shouldn't exist-one hidden beneath everyday life. Some mysteries don't ask to be solved. They ask to be survived. *New chapter Every Friday!

For him, entomophobia was a private hell. But when he moves into his ancestral, secluded estate, the chittering starts. The things in the dark are no longer figments of his imagination. As his home becomes a hive of unspeakable horrors, he must confront a terrifying truth: his fear is a beacon, and something monstrous has answered its call.

For you who do not know who I am truly I am greatful and for those who do know me it makes no difference for all who have been born I have dwelled with them who have made me ever so glad. While all have live in misery and meaningless experiences of happiness my days have been ever so rejoiceful seeing that all have given birth to me; that even though some wish to avoid me they return at some point unto me again.

Anhur has walked through warzones, simulations, and nightmares born from corrupted minds, but nothing could have prepared him for this. One moment, he was following a lead-an alleyway swallowed in shadow, coordinates pinged from a trusted source. The next, he wakes up somewhere wrong. Endless, windowless corridors stretch in every direction, their sickly yellow walls humming with an unnatural energy. The air is thick with the scent of damp carpet and something else, something metallic, something old. Time doesn't feel right here. The angles of the hallways bend in ways they shouldn't. And worst of all-he is not alone. With his katana at his side and the whisper of static where his Oracle should be, Anhur moves forward, searching for an exit that may not exist. Something lurks in the distance, just beyond the flickering fluorescent light. Something that watches. That waits. That learns. There are rules to this place, though no one left behind seems to remember them all. But Anhur doesn't play by rules-he makes them. And if there's no way out, he'll carve one himself. But the deeper he goes, the more the walls seem to close in. The more the hum sinks into his skull. And the more he begins to wonder if escape was ever an option. Or if he was meant to be here all along.

(adj.) lasting to a very short time. Growing up as an independent young lady, Iris lives a simple and happy life. Her world only revolves around her job and family, and not even once did she question why she had never met her soulmate yet. For, she never had an effort to look for one either considering her optimistic trait. That, things happened for a reason. It started at a school reunion, where a fine young man who she remembered as her ultimate crush during their senior year, Emery, reappeared after so long. Coincidence after coincidence, the male eventually reconnects with her, blooming a little love from the deep pit of his stomach without knowing that Iris has a personal problem accepting love again in her life, thinking that she is cursed. But, was it all coincidence that they met in every event that happened around them? Or, was it simply fate that brought them on the same path towards each other? Would it be okay if it was all far from expectations? Will Emery change Iris's mindset about having men around her is ephemeral?

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.

Morlenfal was built on magic. Now something beneath it is learning how to wear it. Beneath the benevolence of Morlenfal's breathtaking architecture lies something hidden in plain sight. A force that dwells below threatens the Lattice, an ancient magic system used to suspend the city above a crater, putting the safety of Morlenfal in jeopardy. A well known, and jaded adventurer finds himself in the midst of the city's danger and potential catastrophe. Dark fantasy laced with psychological horror and creeping dread, Tales from the City of Drayke: The Pale Crown is the opening act of a trilogy about identity, grief, and the terrifying cost of survival. ***NSFW: Violent Themes***

A forgotten cliff sanctuary in Papua New Guinea stirs to life when smoke-preserved mummies awaken, their ancient protective ritual reclaiming any who dare to disturb their watch.

After a terrible break up, 18 year old Kylie Reid receives an odd voicemail from her mom. When Kylie hears she is needed at her Uncle and Aunt's house she travels to Glen Ellen, CA. Later on an unexpected death twists everything. Kylie is the only one who holds the truth even if she doesn't know it. It is up to Kylie to venture back to the past and present to find out the truth. On her way she finds distraction, love. Can Kylie focous on finding the truth or will she be distracted by love?

One of the four horsemen of the apocalypse enters a town....

Misty Plateau is an isolated town surrounded by forest, fog, and a past that doesn't stay buried. When a struggling writer arrives to research local legends, he finds a community that watches instead of speaks, records that contradict themselves, and a name that feels remembered rather than learned. As days blur and reality frays, it becomes clear that Misty Plateau doesn't just keep secrets. It preserves them.

This poem shows how not only males can be abusers, but how females can also contribute to the rancid act. Ultimately, the boy is fed up and he can no longer go on living such a horrid life. He decides to time his demise, and he leaves the world finding peace away from being abused. His mother feels guilt and regret. -Seiko Tamamori 10/07/17

Awakening from the earth with exposed nerves and a fractured mind, a creature of raw muscle navigates the excruciating pain of being alive. But when a fleeting memory of tenderness clashes with the brutality of her existence, she realizes the forest cannot save her. She needs a shield from the agony of the air, and she has found the perfect donor.

When Maggie Conway awakens to find herself alone in an eerie old hangout spot, she sets out for answers. With these answers, however, lie consequence. she meets Rylan, a questionable boy who knows more than he admits. When he begins to enlighten her of what she dreaded the most, they both must set out to find a murderer before both of them cease to exist.

It was in class where Aaron had taken the spotlight again. The cheers and praises from my classmates were all directed at him, while laughters were directed at me. "I promise to bring my homework tomorrow, sir!" I said, yet I could have sworn that I brought it earlier... It was like God was playing a trick on me. During my rough day, my pal Lucas was away again. Rosie, my girlfriend, was oddly joyful even though it was her last day of school. And... the quiet girl who never speaks at the back of the class. Whom I slowly grow an attachment to... But would the world allow me to?

A cursed valley holds skulls bound in clay urns to trap their spirits, but when the vessels crack, the dead stir, whispering, gnawing, and haunting all who disturb their eternal prison.

A museum night guard becomes entranced by an ancient jade burial suit that seems to move on its own. When the relic awakens, he vanishes-leaving behind only his flashlight and a new hand-shaped mark beneath the jade.