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A backrooms style multi series/book story so if you like horror and the backrooms and of course psychological horror you will prolly like this ps: this is my first book ever and im young so yeah idk still give it a chance and i know i yap a lot inspired by Kane pixels backrooms

A routine severe weather warning gives a town hours to prepare for impact. When an unprecedented tornado touches down, its path makes no sense - homes erased beside untouched houses, damage patterns that defy every known model, and survivors who all share one unsettling detail. In the aftermath, internal NOAA and National Weather Service memos attempt to explain what happened. They fail. Because some storms don't just destroy. They observe.

I thought I signed up to be a summer camp counselor. Turns out, I might've signed up for a cosmic trap disguised as a lakeside retreat. The goats have too many eyes, the mashed potatoes hum show tunes, and the sky turns purple when something's coming out of the lake. Also, I'm pretty sure I've been here before... even though I don't remember it. Hi. I'm Casey. I'm 24, I overthink everything, and this journal might be the only proof I existed if I go missing-or melt-or get replaced by whatever lives in Cabin Thirteen (which we don't talk about). Welcome to Camp Everdusk. Don't whistle after dark. Don't drink the tea. And if the trees start whispering your name... run.

All Josh wanted was a quiet break from life. What he got was a cursed beach town that won't let him leave. When Josh agrees to a weekend getaway with three friends, he expects waves, bonfires, and maybe some peace. But the town of Mourning Cove is far from normal. Locals avoid eye contact. The wind never carries birdsong. And a store clerk grabs Josh's wrist to whisper a warning: > "Leave before the beach remembers you." That night, the trees shift. Shadows stretch. And just past midnight, the voices start. As the days unravel and one of them vanishes, Josh begins to uncover the truth: A ritual. A storm. And a hunger buried beneath the sand that was never satisfied. They whisper at midnight. And now... they whisper his name. A supernatural horror-thriller perfect for fans of The Haunting of Bly Manor, The Ritual, and urban legends that never died.

✔️|Completed| Timothy is a 27 year old man who suffers from schizophrenia, he trys to get through his days, hoping for a calm and peaceful life. But Jared has other plans. -short horror story

When Ioram is sent away by his parents to the remote mountain village of Trident Burgh, it seems like nothing more than punishment, a way to "heal" his fragile mind after the loss of his best friend, Philip. But in those narrow alleys, beneath layers of silence and ancient folklore, Ioram begins to question everything: What is real? What is imagined? And what refuses to stay buried? Seven days. Seven inexplicable events. And one boy, Atropos, who either knows too much... or doesn't exist at all. A story where the line between madness and truth fades with every step. Welcome to Mad Trident. You won't make it out.

"You shouldn't be reading this." It started with flickering lights. A strange chill. A page under Christopher's pillow, describing moments that hadn't happened-yet. The Sturniolo triplets can't escape the feeling of being watched. Shadows stretch too far, silence presses too thick, and the pages keep appearing, predicting every word they'll speak, every move they'll make. Rip them. Burn them. It doesn't matter. The story continues. And the ending? It's already written. TLDR: A psychological horror story where the triplets find strange pages predicting their lives, and things spiral into supernatural horror. Read tags, but there's nothing too graphic (First Chapter is Author's Note and Last Chapter is the Trigger Warnings)