Grotesque Stories

When the lights go out, the whispers begin. These are the stories that lurk in the shadows. The night has secrets-whispers carried by the wind, shadows that stretch too long, and stories that should never be told. Yet here they are, waiting to claw their way into your mind. 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 will make you question every creak, every whisper, and every shadow that moves when no one should be there. It dares you to step into the darkness -- but beware... something is waiting for you. "Turn the page, if you dare. But once you do, the night will never feel the same again."

A short story about a hateful man and the dark vision he sees.

A novel of a new creepypasta, a child who has to face the difficultys of his new life as a murderer. New content monda-friday. And sometimes saturday and sunday warning! this novel have: Insults, sexual jokes, and grotesque subjects This is a dark novel

A skull unearthed from the soil reveals a massive stone jammed into its open mouth, sealing away whatever voice once tried to escape-and the silence it holds is not entirely still.

Evelyn Cross, 26, has never felt alone-not truly. Even in her quiet apartment, even with the doors locked, even when the lights are off, she feels it. The gaze. The thing that waits behind her mirror. Watching. Since childhood, Evelyn has suffered recurring nightmares: she's running barefoot through an endless town of broken houses and hollow-eyed mannequins. Something always chases her. No matter how fast she runs, she never escapes. She never sees its face-only the feeling that it knows her better than anyone else ever has. After her estranged father's sudden disappearance, Evelyn is called to Greywick, an abandoned town he was obsessed with investigating before he vanished. The town was evacuated decades ago after a fire gutted most of it-but there are no records of survivors, no one who remembers the evacuation. It was as if Greywick simply... stopped existing. Determined to understand what happened to her father-and maybe herself-Evelyn returns to Greywick with only a recorder, a flashlight, and her fading sanity. But Greywick remembers her.

A story of such grand ambition for one person, and yet with no soul imbedded into the creators work, the creation only causes destruction and horror.

Wdając się w pozornie banalną rozmowę z groteskowym człowieczkiem z nie swoich czasów, najważniejsze, o czym musisz pamiętać, to dobre maniery. On nie da się zwieść. Nie da się wyprowadzić z równowagi. Zachowując spokój, po prostu skutecznie nie posłucha swojego rozmówcy. I jak na bohatera naszych czasów przystało, będzie wpatrywał się w przyszłą teraźniejszość, nie odwracając wzroku.

The young adult, Reed Margarine leads a fairly typical life until her parents are reported to be missing. As a rookie member of the Task Force, she is brought out to her parents birthplace; Britain. Along with a series of nightmares, Reed is at thought the investigations solution could be at a shady brewery. Yet fate and vivid luck make her possessed by a man she doesn't know. A man that can live only by taking a persons identity. A vampire man. (This is NOT anything like Twilight. It has NO romance and the main girl isn't completely emotionless.)

The Mists pervade our lives; Fears that are delusive, which strengthen their grip on us if left to fester unchallenged. The king of the mists is a ruthless task master who holds as many prisoners as he can provided they refrain from asking the questions necessary for their freedom. Enter the realms of the Mists and feel the terror of their Sovereign.

Since the Beginning, a single family has guarded the Gatehouse between the world and the Other Side where all unreal things exist. Now, a curse has overpowered the guardians and entered the borderlands, and it's up to an eccentric Archmage and the only survivor of the curse's attack to set things right.

Stories lies twists death dark and twisted

THIS IS MY ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT SO DON'T COME AT ME YALL 😭 TW!!!!!!!! Blood, death, gore, and all that jazz. this short story is about a girl named Maree that has been struggling with her deepest darkest secret. idk what else to write here but you should definitely read it

After the tragic death of her brother, Lyra is forced to return to the small village she had tried to escape, a place steeped in memories and shadows. With a heavy heart and a mind full of conflict, she wishes to spend as little time as possible in that community shrouded in grief. At the funeral, immersed in a cloud of sadness and rejection, she locks eyes with Father James, a young priest with an unsettling charm and a past wrapped in mystery. His initially gentle approach soon transforms into a silent obsession as the priest seeks to draw her toward his faith with promises of redemption and comfort. As their interaction intensifies, Lyra senses a subtle tension, a dark attraction that unsettles her. Her rebellious soul is drawn to James's intensity, but her heart is tormented by an increasing sense of danger. Determined to uncover the truth behind that mask of kindness, Lyra embarks on an investigation into the priest's past. Her discoveries lead her through a labyrinth of secrets and shadows, revealing a tormented man whose inner demons are reflected in his captivating eyes, discovering that love, when shrouded in darkness, can prove to be both salvation and damnation.

As the same with poetry, I enjoy writing short stories!

A series of short stories by yours truly. Updating weekly! 🚨Warnings 🚨 Descriptions of bones cracking, snapping, and pulled, blood leaving or entering the body in any way, shape, and or form (excluding a woman's...monthly rag.), death, obsession, cannibalism, body damage including: cutting, bruising, body modifications and unnecessary, additional, body additions and 'decorations.'

Vivian Wuthers, a complicated and misunderstood teenager. She doesn't know what to feel so she feels nothing. Do people like her? If they did, they would pay attention to her, wouldn't they? She feels so invisible it's like she actually is. Sometimes she feels like she's there without actually being there, like her reality is split in two different perspectives and she can't narrate her own story. So, she goes somewhere else. Somewhere only she knows, deep inside her subconscious when she closes her eyes. The 6 eyed lamb is more understanding, and the black widow keeps her company. How do you know my name? I haven't told you? It's probably just stress. Stress..

horror story(English)

A cursed gold coin buried in a warrior's ribcage lures the greedy into the earth, binding their souls to his restless, grinning skeleton forever.