Historias de Eerie

✧˚ · . 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 ┃» Maybe I wasn't made to shine like fireworks. But even fireflies glow in the dark - quietly, patiently. And that is enough too. « © RHAENYRAS_ANGEL LOCKWOOD&CO ANTHONY LOCKWOOD X FEM!OC

Eight years ago, Floren drew a girl chasing a deer in a handmade linen dress. Today, that girl is the only person who can see him when he wants to disappear. At the Lakehouse, Kaia and Floren discovered that their meeting wasn't a coincidence-it was fate. But fate is a cruel master. As Kaia's powers as a Sanguivant emerge, she becomes the ultimate target for the Third Shadow. With her best friend trapped in a hollow shell and a traitor on the loose, Kaia and Floren must prove that love isn't a "Sanguivant's weakness"-it's their greatest weapon. In a world of rigid bloodlines, they are the anomaly that will change everything.

I came to The School looking for a reset - a place quiet enough that no one would judge me, a place where I could exist without being watched. For a moment, it almost felt possible. Until the calm cracked. Students vanish. Lights flicker even when the power is steady. Whispers slip through the halls saying my name like they've been waiting for me. And every time the shadows shift, they shift toward her. Bruce watches the corners with a tension that makes my pulse spike, like he's bracing for something he's seen before. Bilton hides jealousy behind sharp smiles, clinging to me in ways that feel more desperate than cruel. But Kairaness... she looks at me like she already knows she's the one The School wants - like she's afraid she'll disappear the second I look away. I don't know why she's being targeted. I don't know why the building's attention circles her like a predator choosing its prey. But something inside me reacts every time she flinches - something fierce, instinctive, protective in a way that scares me. It feels like a part of me I didn't know existed wakes up when she's in danger. I didn't come here to save anyone. Yet now survival means keeping Bruce steady when the shadows move, keeping Bilton from unraveling, and keeping Kairaness alive long enough for all of us to escape - even if it means becoming someone I never planned to be. Because once The School decides you belong to it, it doesn't just hold on. It chooses. It hunts. And it wants her. And whatever's waking up inside me refuses to let it take her.

I won't even let the small memories go. I'll search the universe until I find you again.

The train never stops. The rails never end. And I didn't know that once I stepped aboard, I'd never step back off. I thought I was leaving my old life behind - the numbness, the quiet depression, the feeling that nothing I did mattered. Maybe I did leave it. But I didn't expect to trade it for something worse. Something alive. Something that watches. Fear wasn't supposed to follow me here. Purpose wasn't supposed to find me here. But both did. I didn't expect to feel anything on this train. Not hope. Not connection. Definitely not love. And yet... her. Kasumi. The hostess who moves like she's made of silence. The girl who never speaks unless she has to. The one who looks at passengers like she already knows how they'll die. The one who feels more trapped than any of us. I shouldn't have wanted to know her. But I did. Something about her pulled me in - the way she spoke only when she absolutely had to, the way she tried to never show a real emotion, the way she whispered warnings she wasn't supposed to say. And yet... it noticed. The woman who is partly a serpent, and entirely deranged. The creature who controls every inch of this train in ways no one understands. She needs things done a certain way. Her way. Always. When she gets what she wants, she feeds. When she doesn't, she devours. Now the lights flicker when I walk by. Doors breathe. Mirrors show things I shouldn't see. And every night at 8 PM, I lie still and pretend to sleep while something with a long neck slides through the ceiling, checking each bed, making sure we're asleep when we're supposed to be - searching for the one person I can't stop thinking about. I boarded this train to escape my life. I didn't know I was stepping into hers. I didn't know she was already claimed. I didn't know the rails were endless. But I know now. And I know one more thing: I'm not letting that thing take her from me.

Two friends on the edge of something more. One storm. One bed that doesn't forget. A road trip gone wrong. A storm that won't let up. An inn that wasn't on the map. Noah and Avery only wanted a place to wait out the rain, but The Harebell Rest has its own kind of memory. Its walls breathe with old stories, its silence carries whispers, and its beds... well, some things are better left undisturbed. As the night deepens, the air thickens with unspoken words, the weight of secrets pulling them closer, until the line between fear and longing blurs into something fragile, dangerous, and achingly inevitable. Don't Lie in Bed is a short, atmospheric tale of longing, secrets, and an unspoken bond tested by forces they cannot see. Perfect for readers who love slow-burn tension, and a haunting twist that lingers. #romance #SlowBurn #HorrorRomance #CreepyReads #DarkSecrets #WITWContest #oneshot #horroroneshot #darkromance #onebed #friendstolovers #HauntedBed #AtmosphericThriller #ShortStory #eerieatmosphere #oneshotstory #paranormalromance

In Chapter 1 - Crossways, Tony spends the weekend with his sister and her family, and gets a late start for home Sunday night. Too tired to continue, he parks on the side of the road for a short nap. He wakes up too late to make it to work on time. But, as he'll soon discover, losing his job will be the least of his worries. Chapter 1 is less than 1,000 words. I'll add additional flash-fiction stories as I write them, each under 1,500 words. I hope you enjoy them, and I'd love to hear what you think. ~Simultaneously published on PoetrySoup and Royal Road.

Welcome to the Absurd Theater, where every script is a deadly game and survival is the only way to earn applause. Forced into the role of a murderous witch's favorite doll in the "Doll's House" script, Lila must hide one impossible truth: she is alive. If anyone discovers that the doll has a soul, her performance ends in death. But instead of following the script, Lila turns the rules against the game itself. Through deception, strategy, and impossible choices, she earns more points than any player before her. Now the witch who owns the mansion is starting to suspect something is wrong. Rival players are watching her every move. And beneath the perfect performance lies a secret that no script was ever meant to reveal. In the Absurd Theater, surviving the performance is only the beginning. This is the original work of A.E.VIRE. Unauthorized reposting is prohibited. For copyright inquiries or verification, please contact: bzhai88@gmail.com

This story is mainly based on the anime My Hero Academia. However, in the AU Deku is the villain and the main character is Bakugo Katsuki. No, This story does not include ships as I don't add any for many reasons towards the MHA Fandom. Enjoy Reading, Lovely people!

Monastery of Second Chances is a gothic dystopian horror set inside a vast, walled-less prison governed by the enigmatic Sisters-women who radiate a calm, maternal presence that slowly dissolves resistance into obedience. Inside, punishment is not enforced. It is surrendered to. The inmates begin to regress-emotionally, psychologically, even linguistically-slipping backward into childhood states under the Sisters' soothing control. Molly arrives questioning the system. She is told not to. It is better not to ask. Everything remains stable until her only friend refuses to "go with the flow" and chooses death instead of compliance. Now Molly is left with a question the system cannot soothe away: Was that a tragedy... or an escape? And why does the monastery feel gentler after it happens?

When a mysterious message lures a group of inseparable college friends into breaching the forbidden veil between the angelic realm of Sanctis and the demonic world of Nethralis, their lives are irrevocably changed. Each discovers a dormant connection to celestial or infernal powers, marking them as key players in an ancient and deadly conflict. Thrown into a whirlwind of supernatural intrigue, they find themselves entangled in shadowy conspiracies, forbidden magic, and perilous alliances. As they delve deeper into the enigma of their shared destinies, shocking revelations about their pasts and each other threaten to shatter their bonds forever. Their friendships are pushed to the brink as they struggle to control their newfound powers, navigate betrayals, and confront an agonizing question: how much are they willing to sacrifice for those they love? The friends must choose their allegiances or risk becoming pawns in a cosmic battle that could destroy everything they hold dear.

Men are dying one by one; their bodies drained of blood under mysterious circumstances. No one knows how, when, or why it starts-but the symptoms are always the same: weakness, fear, and then silence. Why are only men affected? Is it a strange disease? A curse? Or something even more sinister? And why are the newlyweds the first to fall? As the village descends into terror, the answers lie buried beneath centuries of secrets. But once unearthed, can they ever be forgotten?

"🔥 We hit #1 in Vengeance!" ( 27/04/2026 ) Hi my lovely readers, I've updated and refined a few parts of She Came Back Colder Than Death to give you a better reading experience. If you face any issues while opening or continuing the story, please try re-entering it on Wattpad. Thank you for your support 🤍 The night they broke her, they laughed-because they thought she would never rise again. They were wrong. Pain didn't destroy her; it educated her. Every insult sharpened her mind. Every betrayal hardened her heart. She learned that survival isn't about staying kind-it's about staying alive. She once believed silence was strength. Now she knows silence is only dangerous when it ends. This is not the story of a girl waiting to be saved. This is the story of a woman who learned how to ruin the lives of those who ruined hers. 😈🖤 And this time, she is not asking for mercy.

I began to panic when I saw him again. Normally, I struggle with recognizing faces, I can see someone dozens of times and still fail to remember them but his face had imprinted itself in my mind. Every time, I see him a sharp wave of uneasiness washes over me. The image of his piercing blue eyes. There was something in that steady gaze that always unsettles me. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4c1nRio5RcPue2WhfqgKIp?si=5MGB2-voQ725iBDMfmflpg&pi=EogF8E8aSACLq

Maya Carter thought transferring to Blackwood Academy would be a fresh start. Instead, she begins hearing whispers in empty hallways, seeing a shadowy figure in mirrors, and uncovering secrets that the school has buried for decades. As students begin disappearing and fear spreads through the academy, Maya and her friends find themselves trapped in a nightmare connected to an ancient presence known only as The Unseen. Some secrets are meant to stay hidden. Unfortunately, The Unseen is tired of waiting. (July 14th 2026) Most Impressive Rankings: 🥇 #1 in #theunseen 🥇 #1 in #shadowfigure 🥇 #1 in #unsolvedmystery 🥇 #1 in #teenhorror 🥇 #1 in #mirrors 🥇 #1 in #wattpadhorror #2 in #darksecrets #4 in #whispers #4 in #wattys #4 in #schoolhorror

For nearly a century, the Whitlocks have survived by following one rule: Never let the world know what you are. Mary Whitlock built her family one life at a time, choosing only those who stood on the edge of death. Together they've crossed continents, buried countless identities, and learned that immortality isn't freedom it's maintenance. But the twenty-first century doesn't forget. Security cameras, facial recognition, DNA databases, and social media make disappearing harder every year. As old secrets resurface and new mistakes threaten to expose them, the Whitlocks must decide what they're willing to sacrifice to stay hidden. Because living forever is easy. Remaining a secret is the impossible part.

Lana fell in love with Jason McCann but now she's desperate After a potential love interest comes back to rekindle the feelings Lana once had; she now must decide who she truly loves and only has one month to make the decision of a lifetime. Sequel to EERIE LOVE Disclaimer: I do not condone nor support abusive relationships

In the year 1835 there was poor family whom was looked down upon the villagers. After decades of building along with shedding blood and tears, Mr.Apollo Sanders had built the massive mansion that was now turned into a teenage hookup and partying shack. As the Sanders were brutally murdered over a small fitted lie, Hector Sanders(The Homeowner) swore with his last breaths that he and his family would come back from the dead and wipe whatever rich snobs set foot upon his family's legacy built cabin. Fast forward to 1985, the party host 17yr old Joe Caspers gets into a heated argument with his recent ex girlfriend and creates a scene just to be cut off by a bone chilling site. Read now to discover what happens.

Different and unsettling short horror stories at each chapter. ALL of the stories in here are 100% penned by me. Please respect this. Do not steal and use it as your own or repost this somewhere else. Regardless of credit given, it still infringes copyright. So don't. Some of them are based off my own personal experiences or my very own nightmares. The rest of them are simply from the inner workings of my own thoughts. Names in chapters that are based on my personal experiences have been changed to protect the identity of my friends and loved ones. Copyright © 2017 - 2026 Written work is 'All rights reserved'. No written part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. Book cover image and all other images are from Pixabay. Credit to the original artists.

Blade expected quiet trails and cold mountain air when he arrived at Shadow Hollow. Instead, the forest greets him like a living thing-breathing, listening, waiting. The trees lean too close. The shadows move with intention. And the silence feels like something holding its breath. On their first night, Blade wakes to an old woman hanging upside‑down outside his window, her smile stretched too wide, her eyes fixed on him like she's choosing him. By morning, the Hollow gives him something else: a girl in a crystal‑blue dress lying unconscious among the roots, as if the forest placed her there on purpose. Chrysalis is strange, soft‑spoken, and terrified of something she refuses to name. Saving her feels right. Keeping her close feels dangerous. Because the creature hunting them doesn't stalk like an animal. It selects. It studies. It hungers. As Blade, his father, and Chrysalis try to escape the shapeshifter that wears human faces like borrowed skin, the Hollow twists around their every step-warping light, bending sound, and pulling them deeper into its dreamlike nightmare. And somewhere in that darkness, Blade and Chrysalis form a bond sharp enough to cut through fear... or lure the creature closer. Shadow Hollow is a predatory paranormal New Adult horror about a forest that chooses its prey, a creature that never stops watching, and the dangerous connection between two strangers who were never meant to survive it.