Foundjournal Stories

They say looks can kill. They never mentioned what happens when you start looking back. When Aria stumbles upon a lost leather-bound journal in an abandoned train station in Cansilvia, she thinks it's just another relic of a forgotten traveler. But page after page reveals chilling entries-first-person accounts of encounters with twelve serial killers from around the world. A bride who murders her grooms. A therapist who listens too well. A chef who serves flesh with flair. Each entry more disturbing than the last. The writer? Unknown. The killers? Real. And now... one of them knows she's reading. What started as curiosity becomes obsession. What began as reading becomes stalking. As Aria gets closer to the truth, she realizes she's no longer the observer. She's the intruder. And someone wants to add a new chapter-with her name on it.

They say every story starts with a girl. A girl with secrets. With wide eyes. With hands that won't stop shaking. But mine starts in Montemira, a town that barely exists on maps, where the sky hangs too low and people talk like they're trying to forget. That's where Isla went missing. Seventeen. Brilliant. Gone. And no one remembers her. Not even her mother. Except me. I remember everything. Or... I thought I did. They said I was grieving. Obsessed. But this isn't a ghost story. Something happened here. Something the town buried deep. This is everything I found. And maybe... everything I lost.

I stand alone in the cold desolate street. Just my miss-match socks between me and the asphalt. I inhale sharply, the cold air stinging my nose. I love this world, but why do I so desperately want to leave?

In a town too quiet and a house that hums when no one's speaking, a man returns to a life he's been told is his. The journals say he's healing. The therapist said he was ready. The pills have stopped. But the static hasn't. When a forgotten file surfaces, and a name-Raymond Shelton-rattles loose from the past, the voices return. Whispers tucked in margins. Red ink where blue should be. Pages that write themselves. As he dives deeper into Raymond's fractured legacy, guided by torn coordinates and buried confessions, the man begins to question whose memories he carries-and whether the self he trusts is even his at all. Some minds don't break all at once. Some tear thread by thread. This is the story of a descent.

1346. The Siege of Caffa. The plague was meant to end a war. As the Golden Horde weakens from a mysterious sickness tearing through its camp, a desperate decision is made: the dead will be hurled over the city walls. Corpses. Vermin. Bats. Anything that rots. It works. But inside the city, something goes wrong. Written as a recovered medieval journal, The Godless Plague follows Iskandar, a foot soldier who witnesses the moment death stops behaving as it should. The infected do not rest. The fallen rise. Arrows fail. Only fire and shattered skulls offer mercy. As the city falls into silence and the dead begin to walk, Iskandar records the truth - even as he begins to feel the sickness growing within himself. Based on real historical events, this is a tale of faith collapsing, science misunderstood, and humanity facing the first outbreak it would later forget. Because the plague didn't kill everyone. Some of them learned how to hunt.

I don't remember writing any of this. Every morning, there's a new page in the journal I swore I burned. Sometimes it's blank. Sometimes it's in someone else's handwriting. Sometimes... it's dated tomorrow. I started keeping track of the entries - just in case I'm not the one reading them. This is my only record. Unless you've been seeing the same pages too. Read the journal. Before it erases you next.

He never meant for anyone to read it. A lost journal. A haunted past. And a man trained to disappear. Picked up by a stranger in a thrift store, this raw, handwritten confession cracks open a life built on secrets, scars, and survival. Inside: trauma, violence, memory, and something dangerously close to redemption. But he wasn't writing for forgiveness, he was writing to stay sane. You weren't supposed to find this. But now that you have... Can you put it down?

Book One: Stephen Johnson

"The Solsticeshire Journals" series unveils the eerie history of the fictional town of Solsticeshire, Connecticut, told through found journal entries. The writer's of these journals are revealed to be connected to each other by an old dry well, despite them living hundreds of years apart. The mysterious well is a scar on the town, as it was used as the final test in the Solsticeshire Witch Trials. In these suspenseful series of short stories, the writers' mind's are tortured by the remnants of Solsticeshire's tragic history echoing through the depths of the well. The first journal of the series, "1802" is written by a teenage girl living in Solsticeshire circa 1802. An innocent visit to Mrs. Walker's farm soon became an obsession with an unknown entity, as she is drawn to mysterious screams echoing from the well. Despite cautions to stay away, the chilling screams plague her mind and the desire to find the source grows stronger. She decides to enter the well, and in her final moments of descent she finds herself in a hidden untouched cavern. As she travels deeper into the cave, she begins to question her decision and her sanity. Who, or what, has been beckoning her into the darkness of the cave?

"Fields of Mercy" is a slow-burning horror story about a young couple who move into a newly built home on a quiet stretch of rural land. What begins as an ordinary fresh start quickly turns unsettling as strange dreams, disturbing discoveries, and unexplained phenomena start to unravel the truth beneath the soil. Told through fragments of a recovered journal, the story weaves together the present and the past, revealing how the land remembers - and some things refuse to stay buried.

What is that? A polar bear, but something is wrong. Its eyes are hollow, its size unnatural. And is it... watching me? A team of Arctic researchers studying elk migration soon discovers that the predator they thought was following the herd is following them. As the storm closes in and the herd behaves in impossible ways, isolation, fear, and the unknown push them toward madness. In the frozen wilderness, they are not alone, and whatever is out there is patient, watching, and hungry for more than just prey.