Existentialhorror Stories

Every 400 years, a human gets chosen as a vessel of sitri - the power of raw human emotions. Most of the time, they're heroes. But not this one. This vessel turned evil, creating santhan and summoning the Isht: monsters no one can see, slowly eating humans alive. The world doesn't care about the Pact of New Age - they're hated, called liars. And the vessel? Hidden among us, waiting. Humanity's last hope is weak, hated, and hunted. Can they fight monsters no one else can see? Or will the world die while pretending nothing's wrong?

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.

A young man hurries through the rain to meet a girl, hoping to finally escape the shadow of his past. What begins as a tender, awkward reunion soon twists into a nightmare - as guilt and trauma manifest in a grotesque, spectral form of the woman he once loved. "Senseless Torment" is a psychological horror about love, shame, and the punishment of memory - where the past never truly lets go.

A haunting, intimate portrait of a lonely, hunchbacked scavenger who escapes unbearable shame by building rag dolls from trash. Convinced life is cyclical and addicted to the ritual of creating, he clings to the momentary clarity that each finished doll brings, even as his mind slides deeper into self-destructive patterns and obsession with suffering. Ostracized by the townspeople and tormented by cruel children, he is falsely accused of a crime, beaten, and thrown into near-death - where a luminous, hallucinatory encounter with a skeletal vision and a remembered kindness briefly restores his sense of beauty and longing. That fragile revelation collapses when he returns to the world of contempt, and in a final, tragic outburst he confronts the embodiment of the life he never had. Tender and terrible at once, the story explores shame, memory, the hunger for connection, and how humiliation can turn a wounded human into something monstrous.

In Subway Loop, a lone passenger boards a late-night subway that descends into a surreal nightmare beyond time and space. The train becomes a living, breathing entity, its stops opening onto voids, its passengers silent, uncanny figures with distorted forms. As the ride stretches endlessly, the protagonist is haunted by a silent, otherworldly child whose presence erodes reality. Trapped in a loop where logic fractures and identity dissolves, he becomes prey to the train's ancient, sentient hunger. With each stop, he slips further from the world he knew-until sleep, silence, and the loop itself claim him completely. The ride never ends.

Ximena Reyes is a normal high school girl spending the day with her best friend in their favorite coffee shop when her life takes a drastic turn. While reading the newspaper she notices something that makes her blood run cold: An obituary with her name. Her terrible fate has already been written. The river calls to her. And nothing will ever be the same again... Or maybe it will...

Six years have passed since the Eternal Crown Marker shard shattered on Aegis VII. From that cataclysm emerged a power both god-like and unstoppable, its influence leeching into the farthest reaches of deep space. A new era of horror has dawned-one where the line between man and monster dissolves, and survival demands more than defiance. It demands transformation. Three destinies now intertwine amid a collapsing galaxy: The Avenger, driven by vengeance sharper than any blade. The Shaper, whose iron will can bend flesh and fate alike. The Wrath Incarnate, born of rage so pure it reshapes worlds. Each bears the ghost of Isaac Clarke's legacy, yet none remain linked to his destiny. This is not a remake. This is Dead Space-Awakened reimagined. Dive deeper into the Marker mythos, encounter brand-new terrors, and face the ultimate question: What happens when the nightmare doesn't just change the world... but changes who we are?

A violent anarchic descent into the basest depths of human consciousness. Explored through a heavy use of stream of consciousness writing, metaphysical imagery and graphic violence. Extreme adult content ahead (I mean it.) Including, but not limited to: Beheadings, extensive shootouts spanning multiple paragraphs, detailed drug use, racial slurs and more. I do not endorse nor condone any of the actions/language used herein.

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Six short stories about weirdly specific fears and scenarios that I have considered--from sinister strangers to mysterious parks. Cross posted from singlequantumevent.com.

A man haunted by trauma begins noticing strange shifts in his reality, always occurring at 3:21 AM. As his identity unravels, his partner, too begins to change. Together, they are pulled into a psychological and metaphysical descent driven by guilt, memory, and shadowy forces that threaten to erase their very selves. The only way out may be through the darkest corners of their pasts - and the mysterious lab that seems to hold the key. Parts might feel too big because each part directly tells the story of each chapter in my book. If you want the complete book, you can DM me.

Parents are yelling, so many names being called out at once, it's like they're creating a new name entirely. I laid there in pain, watching as bodies disappeared through the ozone. (Short one-shot cosmic horror story, cover art created by Ryan Salge)

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......

A man who committed unspeakable acts, then entered a simulation to forget-but the mind, even when rewritten, cannot stay silent forever.

DISCLAIMER - This is not a traditional narrative. The narrative structure tilts toward documentary/archive file-style storytelling but a very informal epistolary. The following are symbolic accounts recording ideas as if they were things-and deeper or vast than that, an eldritch. Three ancient metaphysical entities: Law, Power, and Void are symbolic forces that shaped narrative and existence but primarily, meta. The root forces that sculpt the very idea of meta itself. These entries are intended to enlighten, disrupt perception, and survey what exists outside of conventional storytelling.

Every photo Aiden takes tells a different story. Different house. Different city. Different him. But when his reflection is replaced by a bruised stranger's face, Aiden begins to unravel a terrifying secret: He was never supposed to be alone. And the one person who shares his face is willing to destroy the world to take his place in it.

A tense family vacation evolves into a nightmare, when an ancient monstrosity is awakened.

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.

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