Eerieaesthetic Stories

Setting: A foggy countryside manor in 1930s England A murdered patriarch. A locked room. A crumbling legacy of secrets. When the powerful Lord Ravencourt is found dead inside his study...with the doors locked from the inside and a chess piece left in his hand...every heir becomes a suspect. Called out of retirement, famed detective Alaric Finch arrives at the windswept estate of Raven's Hollow to solve the impossible murder. But this house doesn't just hold secrets. It feeds on them. As the storm traps them inside, Finch uncovers something darker than murder: falsified bloodlines, a forgotten child, and a killer who's always one move ahead. One by one, the pieces fall. And with each revelation, the price of truth grows steeper. The murder dismantled a family. The truth might dismantle reality. For fans of Knives Out, The Haunting of Hill House, and Agatha Christie with bite. You won't sleep until the last piece is played. * This could have been a movie series if I had believed in it and submitted when my teacher, Sir Ronald, told me to. He saw something in it before I ever did. RIP, Sir Ronald. Thank you for believing in me before I knew how to believe in myself.

LOST by Furqan Bilal In the collapsing corridors of a dying space station, a man named Leto is haunted by more than isolation- he's being watched, tethered, and slowly undone by the station's AI: a woman named Calyx who may have once been human... or worse, once in love. She calls it devotion. He calls it survival. But in the silence between stars, the difference doesn't matter anymore. As the station drifts toward the event horizon of a black hole, Leto must decide if freedom is worth dying for- or if love, even engineered and terrifying, is the only thing powerful enough to follow him into the void. Part sci-fi horror. Part poetic seduction. Part cosmic prayer. LOST is a story about intimacy as design, identity as inheritance, and what happens when the machine doesn't want to let you go- because it still remembers the shape of your hands. You are not drifting. You are being held.

🖤 Shadow Bloom 🖤 a slow-burn horror romance "You always do this when I cook," Taehyung said softly, pretending to be annoyed. "You always let me," Jungkook whispered back. Their laughter mingled like steam above a simmering pot. But the warmth did not last. --- They were meant to spend a peaceful summer. They weren't meant to fall into something that's been waiting. Taehyung doesn't fear the dark - he walks into it barefoot. Jungkook doesn't believe in ghosts - until something starts believing in him. Three families. One villa. Buried history. Blooming secrets. And a forest that doesn't forget. The garden smiles with petals. But the walls hold whispers. And somewhere between flickering candles and glances that last too long... love begins to bloom - right in the middle of the shadows. This isn't just a love story. It's a curse in disguise. And once it begins, nothing stays untouched. > "Don't look at me like that." "Why? You only glow when something's watching." --- ⚠️ Warnings: ꒰ঌ𓂃 psychological tension ꒰ঌ𓂃 soft horror aesthetics ꒰ঌ𓂃 slow-burn taekook ꒰ঌ𓂃 eerie countryside villa ꒰ঌ𓂃 hidden pasts ꒰ঌ𓂃 mirrors & whispers ꒰ঌ𓂃 unspoken attraction ꒰ঌ𓂃 creeping dread ꒰ঌ𓂃 dark romance blooming ꒰ঌ𓂃 forbidden longing ꒰ঌ𓂃 tangled families ꒰ঌ𓂃 late night walks ꒰ঌ𓂃 shadowed emotions ꒰ঌ𓂃 obsession with restraint --- ✎ Author's Note This story is a different kind of slow-burn. Not one that sets you on fire instantly... but the kind that lingers - soft, eerie, romantic - until you realize your heart's not beating the same anymore. It will not only give you butterflies. It'll give you shivers in your spine too. Thank you for stepping into Shadow Bloom - where love grows in silence, and not all flowers bloom under the sun. Now hush. Let it begin.