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I appreciate you stopping by; it means a lot to have you read, vote, and share your feedback. This book has been my working nightmare-a glimpse into true evil through the eyes of an old man who has the chance to turn young. But this isn't a story of self-growth or rising against bullying. When the victim becomes the dark, twisted villain, there is no redemption. This is a dark, gritty, original piece into which I have unleashed my thoughts, my rage, and my deepest feelings. Each chapter reflects my own current mood, designed to keep you second-guessing everything you think you know. Welcome to my tortured world.

Y/N can be anyone. They've been the shy new student. The mafia boss's obsession. The vampire's mate. The CEO's secretary. The chosen one, the victim, the lover, the hero. They have been everything. They remember everything. And they are so fucking tired. Now trapped inside a top-secret research facility, Y/N exists as little more than living clay. Faceless. Featureless. Permanently unfinished. The scientists studying them insist they aren't bad people, sharing their lives, their memories, and their secrets in the hope of earning the strange creature's trust. Then a routine experiment changes everything. A fingerprint refuses to disappear. For the first time in Y/N's accidental cosmic existence, something stays. Human biomass can make them permanent. Human biomass can make them real. And Y/N has spent far too long being everyone else. They are going to become themself. One piece at a time. This isn't your story. This is Y/N's.

He's not who he was.

Dmitri doesn't fix pipes-he unclogs the universe. But when a flooded tenement building reveals a leak in reality itself, he must confront the terrifying truth: some blockages exist for a reason.

Everyone has a list. A list of things they should have said. A list of chances they should have taken. A list of mistakes they wish they could erase. For one man, that list becomes an obsession. As he begins confronting the moments that shaped his life, he discovers that the past is far more complicated than memory allows. What follows is a haunting journey through regret, hope, and the endless question that follows every human being: What if?

Love is the doorway. Devotion is the knife. In a world where faith infects prayer is a living organism.Devotion spreads like disease, and the most beloved are consumed first.When the Oracle's sister becomes the vessel for a parasite that feeds on love itself, the global Church rises.Cities worship. Nations kneel. Humanity doesnt fght the infection - it volunteers. To resist is to be forgotten.To serve is to lose yourself. To love is to be eaten......

As the title say.

In an endless, decaying labyrinth with no name and no exit, a girl wanders alone. She has forgotten who she was. She no longer remembers when she arrived. The world around her rots gently-walls peeling, ceilings sagging, rooms breathing in slow collapse-and she does not resist it. The decay feels familiar. Comforting. Like home. There are no monsters here. No voices. No salvation. Only peeling wallpaper, mold-soft floors, flickering lights, and a girl slowly dissolving into the place that has claimed her. Through fragmented diary-like chapters, her thoughts erode alongside the environment, until identity, memory, and self become indistinguishable from the ruins that surround her. Where Wallpaper Peels Like Skin is a quiet analog-horror descent into isolation, decay, and surrender-where the greatest horror is not what chases you, but what welcomes you.

You were authorized to read this. You were not authorized to stop. SCP-004 is not an object, entity, or location. It is a process-one that remains stable only while someone is actively reviewing it. Personnel assigned to SCP-004 are required to maintain continuous procedural compliance. Missed review cycles correlate with containment failures across the facility. No direct connection has ever been proven. What begins as a routine administrative task slowly becomes something else entirely. If you are still reading, containment is holding. If you stop... ...someone else will notice. Reader discretion advised. This work is based on the SCP Foundation and is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 (CC BY-SA 3.0) license. All SCP-related concepts, terminology, and references originate from the SCP Wiki (www.scpwiki.com). This story is an original work written by me and is shared under the same license.

Time doesn't really make sense here. Neither does space. How did you get here? When did you get here? No one will ever answer your questions, so it's best to just not ask. All you need to know is that Camp Good Company will be keeping you for the rest of the summer. Try not to get eaten by the lake monster.

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This document was never meant to be read. What begins as a classified SCP containment file slowly reveals something far more unsettling: the systems keeping the anomaly contained aren't machines, protocols, or personnel. They're people. As the report fractures-through missing incident logs, erased researchers, and commentary never meant to survive-you begin to understand the truth behind SCP-003: it isn't dormant. It's patient. And it learns from those who observe it. The deeper you read, the more the document adapts. The more it adapts, the clearer your role becomes. You are not an observer. You are part of the containment. By the time you realize what's happening, it's already too late. You stayed long enough. Reader discretion advised. Some stories don't end when you close the file. You were never just reading it. This work is based on the SCP Foundation and is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 (CC BY-SA 3.0) license. All SCP-related concepts, terminology, and references originate from the SCP Wiki (www.scpwiki.com). This story is an original work written by me and is shared under the same license.

In a fog-covered coastal city, humanity is slowly losing its memories. It begins with small things - forgotten names, childhood events, and familiar faces - but soon becomes far more horrifying. People start forgetting how to speak, how to recognize themselves, and eventually how to survive. Some victims are drawn to the ocean at night, walking into the water and disappearing beneath the fog without leaving ripples. Dr. Scott Lockwood, a trauma and memory therapist, begins treating patients experiencing disturbing symptoms. They hear whispers from dead phone lines and radios, as if their forgotten memories are calling them back. Scott soon notices patterns - his patients are connected to him in ways he cannot explain. His own memories of his sister's disappearance begin changing, rewriting themselves into darker, more disturbing versions of events he thought he knew. As he investigates, Scott discovers the memory loss is not a disease but a survival mechanism triggered by something ancient buried beneath the city. Long ago, humanity discovered a terrifying truth and collectively chose to forget it. Now, something beneath the city is waking up and demanding the return of emotional meaning, identity, and history. Scott learns he was psychologically guided into becoming a memory archivist for this entity. His job was to collect and preserve memories before they were erased forever. He must choose between saving humanity's memories and risking the awakening of something that could destroy the world - or allowing humanity to forget the truth forever, even if it means losing himself in the process.

There are forces at work we were never meant to understand. Invisible hands tug at the edges of our reality, weaving dreams, disasters, and destinies from threads we cannot see. In this collection of short cosmic horror stories, glimpse the moments where the veil thins - where forgotten gods stir, alien minds awaken, and the true insignificance of humanity is laid bare. Some will look away. Some will be drawn closer. But once you've seen the threads... you can never unsee them.

A haunting psychological and philosophical horror story told through the voice of an ancient observer - a presence that has watched humanity since the first moment of fear. Neither divine nor demonic, it exists between thoughts, between breaths, between the living and the forgotten. It does not harm or judge - it simply remembers. Through poetic and chilling words, the story explores the fragile nature of consciousness, the mystery of fear, and the unsettling idea that something might be quietly listening inside every silence we create. A reflection on existence itself, written in a tone that feels both human and far beyond human.

A young woman is a caretaker for a rather spooky old man. Spooky things ensue. Read more to get spooked.

Some say love is forbidden, yet people still fall in love. Some say lust should be forbidden, yet lust fuels those who dare to love. Murder, the killing of innocent children, rape, and torture are all forbidden, yet such acts continue to occur. When I was created and the woman I loved was made, we brought forth a life untainted by lust, a life that harmed none and spared no cruelty. Yet that life was Forbidden. She was not born but made, crafted because He desired someone to cherish, even though He knew she would ultimately be mine. So, Were we not destined to be together? He created everything. He created me, and He created her. So why, when we both contributed to existence, is our union labeled Forbidden ? Whenever He creates, every work bears intention. He fashions a flower, for instance, its purpose ever elusive to me. Then He created her, a rose, a red rose and that rose came to symbolize love, the delicate union of opposites: evil and purity. She was life; I was the end. She embodied love; I embodied hate. She was the vital blood coursing through veins, sustaining life, while I was the spilled blood that heralds its demise. We were meant to be together, yet forces beyond us tore us apart. She was sent back to her origin, and I returned to where I belonged. Though everything between us was halted, I vowed before the Universal Creator That this story, which began at the dawn of all creation, Would endure until the end of creation even if the remnants of our bond lie in ruins. Thus, I leave behind our Forbidden Creation. By sacrificing myself.

✨ Genre & Themes This is a tragic romance with supernatural elements, exploring the pain of eternal love, loss, and the cruelty of time. It delves into grief, fate, and the psychological torment of reliving sorrow over and over. ⏳ What to Expect A deep, emotional narrative centered on love and suffering A protagonist cursed to relive the loss of his beloved in an unending time loop A haunting, atmospheric setting in an isolated forest Themes of memory, identity, and the struggle against fate 💔 Inspiration & Mood If you love melancholic love stories, poetic tragedy, and supernatural curses, this book is for you. Expect a slow-burn, immersive experience filled with heartache, longing, and the desperate fight against an inescapable destiny.

There are places in this world that don't exist on any map. Towns forgotten by time, swallowed by silence, where the past lingers like a shadow just out of reach. Elias never questioned the town he grew up in-never wondered why the streets were always so quiet, why the air felt heavier some days. But the feeling was always there, waiting. It started with whispers-familiar, yet impossible. A signpost that had always been there, yet he had never seen it before. A house that looked the same but felt... wrong. His mother's voice carried warmth, but her words were colder than the wind slipping through the trees. And then there was the dog, the way it stared-silent, unmoving, knowing something he didn't. Reality is a fragile thing, easily bent, easily broken. The night he tried to escape, he learned the truth: some homes are never truly lived in. Some reflections don't belong to you. And once you see what's on the other side-it sees you too.