Haunting Stories

Colette Dubois has spent years trapped in a cold manor under the rule of her cruel stepmother-until she is sent away to Madame Louette's Disciplinary Academy for Girls. The school is beautiful. The students are flawless. But something is horribly wrong. Whispers of disappearances haunt the halls, and a forbidden bell tower looms over it all. Armed with nothing but a tarnished key and the fading memory of her father's final words, Colette is determined to figure out the truth. She has spent her whole life searching for freedom. But she may have walked into a prison far worse than she imagined. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Highest Rankings: #3 in Freedom #1 in Twists and Turns #2 in Ominous #6 in Dark Academia #1 in Haunting

I'm not crazy. I'm just a little 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃...

In a village where the river remembers names and the soil listens, silence is never empty. Noziphozamandla (Gift of Power) returns home carrying a grief she does not yet understand-unaware that death has already crossed her path, that her bloodline hums with secrets older than language. At night, the drum begins to speak. Soft at first. Patient. Calling not to her ears, but to her spirit. Children chant where no children should be. Shadows move without bodies. And something small watches from the dark, waiting to be acknowledged. Rooted in South African ancestral lore and whispered truths of witchcraft, When the Drum Speaks is a slow-burning, unsettling journey into the unseen, where amadlozi (ancestors) walk beside the living, gifts are inherited in silence, and ignorance is the most dangerous curse of all. Some stories are read. Others are answered.

Doug's cuckoo clock keeps waking him in the middle of the night. He can't get it to run, but every night the little bird wakes him... night after night. What is wrong with this clock? What is wrong with Doug? Why can't he figure it out?

The city is cold, always has been. Something stirs in the ever present fog. Magic users are killed on sight, and the high priestess seems to know more than she leads on.

The lake was never supposed to matter. It was just there - quiet, still, harmless. Until the reflections changed. Lucas sees the water move against the wind. Grace sees faces that don't exist. Milli sees memories that never happened. And then they find the list. Names. Dates. And no explanation. When a new name writes itself onto the paper, everything changes. Because this time... It's one of theirs. As the dates get closer and the lake grows darker, they realize something terrifying: The list isn't predicting anything. It's choosing. And once your name appears... there's no way to escape what's coming. Not even if you try to fight it. Not even if you refuse to believe. Because the lake knows. And it's already watching.

Four souls. One secret. And a place that was never meant to be found. Grimvale isn't on any map. But once you enter... it never lets you leave the same.

Du bist mein Geheimnis. Mein einzigstes & größtes. Handsome & Haunting. - Alexis hat keine Ahnung wie man trauert. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt wo ihre beste Freundin stirbt und sie von Logan's Haus abhauen muss. Etwas was nicht ihre Schuld ist, doch ihr für immer angehangen wird. Sie und ihr großer Bruder, Sam, wuchsen ohne Eltern auf. Somit waren sie Waisenkinder. Und obwohl Sam für immer auf sie sauer sein wird, liebt er seine Schwester trotzdem und lässt sie sogar bei sich wohnen. Zwischen Geheimnissen, Joints und nicht wissen was Liebe ist, findet sie jemand ganz besonderen am Strand sitzen. Ihr Geheimnis.

Clair never meant to come back. After two years away, she returns to her aunt's quiet home - hoping to disappear into summer afternoons and avoid the shadows of her past. The house still holds warmth. The cousins still remember her laughter. But Lexy, the youngest, has a new imaginary friend. And water is dripping from places it shouldn't. As memories rise and doors creak open at night, Clair begins to question the comfort she once knew. Can she piece together what's unfolding around her - or will the truth undo her completely? One thing is certain. Someone's waiting for her.

Far on the northern border of the kingdom, where frost never lifts, lies the Duke's domain. It is said that a vampire keeps to the heart of his ancient manor - Too elegant. Too refined to belong among the living. Burdened by a sorrow that lingers - an echo of something once human. Never seen in daylight. Never seen smiling. Always shrouded in shadows... and silence. When a young servant strays too far and crosses the threshold of that forbidden room, he doesn't realize - some doors, once opened, never let you leave. Summoned. Mesmerized. He is drawn deeper into the legend: A presence carved by discipline, bearing the quiet authority of one who rules from the dark. Yet his voice is veiled in gentleness - soft enough to disarm, like silk hiding a blade. But the deeper he falls, the greater the danger. For beneath the mask of noble courtesy and unyielding iron, no one knows what truly slumbers. And perhaps... something unthinkable begins to bloom. How far can you love someone the world calls a monster? When longing swallows the night, will the myth be broken - or sealed for eternity? A slow-burn, sensual, and captivating Gothic romance - where even a vampire might smile... if you dare to knock on his door.

Eve stopped living the day her brother died. Since then, she's existed in the quiet spaces-avoiding the world, avoiding the pain, avoiding anything that might make her feel again. Until Evan. There's something different about him. Something unsettling. He looks at her like she's fragile... and dangerous at the same time. Like he knows something she doesn't. Because Evan is tied to death in a way he can't escape. He doesn't choose who dies-but he's always there when it happens. And now... he's always with her. But Eve isn't like anyone else. Where Evan brings endings, she carries something else entirely- something that shouldn't exist. Something that could change everything. Falling for him feels inevitable. Surviving it... isn't.

He was adored for his beauty and feared for his cruelty. Then he was cursed. Exiled to the bell tower of Saint-Sulpice, Édouard Valmont becomes a monster in the eyes of the city. Merely an unseen voice behind the ringing bells. But when a traveling performer named Lysander discovers the man beneath the deformity, something begins to awaken inside Édouard: a longing he has never known. Yet the cathedral hides more than stone and prayer. And when a powerful church official's obsession turns into a threat, Édouard must confront the darkest truth of all: redemption may require a price he cannot pay. A gothic tragedy of love, vanity, and the unbearable weight of becoming worthy.

***** A gothic Wednesday AU ***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on perfection. Pressed Cabernet uniforms. Polished cobblestone. Pristine image. All while something ancient has been buried far beneath its halls. When a student, Daniel Gonzalez, collapses mid-class with glowing, unknown sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists that the situation is contained. But the students know better than to believe them. Thorn Rosales, known for trouble and sarcasm, hears the disturbance long before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols that have appeared across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Whether brought together by fate or something far more deliberate, they uncover the truth Reichenbach has spent centuries trying to bury. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and the lengths hatred can go. So, Welcome to Reichenbach Academy, where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing. I am also posting this to royalroad

A 50K word SCP fanfiction, originally posted on AO3. After learning about the death of her mother, Meridiana Wojcienchowski confronts her father and attempts to evade capture by the Scarlet King. What ensues is a thrilling tale of courage, self-worth, and honesty.

'He had spent his life chasing a reflection, never noticing the life waiting for him behind his own back.' A mirror. A lighthouse. A curse whispered across generations. Silas Hale dreams of a lighthouse that calls him, and a mirror that whispers his name. Every time he follows it, misfortune follows too. The wind never quiets. The mist never lifts. And the sea ... waits for him to return. Prompt-34. "You have to sail the seven seas to find the lost treasure, but treasure means different things to different people, what treasures will you find at worlds' edge ."

When seventeen-year-old Naya Porter moves from Boston to rural Georgia to live with her dad and aunt, she expects to be bored out of her mind. But there's something in the woods behind her aunt's house that has other plans for her. Something old and hateful that's trapped behind a twelve-foot-high brick wall that her family has guarded for generations. With the accompaniment of four new acquaintances from school, ranging from emerging crush to low-key nemesis, Naya must lead a deadly expedition through a breach in the wall where she'll encounter a nightmare-scape mash-up of horrifyingly real haunted houses. **New chapters drop weekly on Fridays!**

Edmund comes to the remote village of Black Thickett to escape the life grief has carved out of him. He wants silence. Distance. A place where memories can't follow. But Black Thickett is wrong in quiet, unsettling ways. The broken road becomes perfectly smooth the moment he crosses the boundary. The cottages are too neat, too deliberate. And on a noticeboard full of dry flyers, only one poster is wet. A missing boy, smiling as if he doesn't know he's lost. The villagers won't talk about the disappearances. The forest at the edge of the village seems to breathe, and the deeper Edmund goes, the calmer he feels... dangerously calm. The forest can quiet his pain. It can ease his grief. It can make him forget. But not everything that heals you wants you to survive. Welcome to Black Thickett, where you'll find my entry into the ONC 2026.

"Who are you?" she asked me exasperated. Her breath uneven, features frustrated. You know me I want to say, I don't reply. I watch her. "Where the hell did you come from?" she staggers in her steps. Tilting sideways, going off balance. I catch her in my arms. Breaking her fall, steadying her. A faraway land of another time, I want to say. Her frustration builds up and my silence only fuels it. With angry tears in her heavenly eyes, she grasps on my shirt. "You haunt me. I close my eyes, I see you. You are always there, but never quite in reach. I can't stop thinking about you. Look at what have you done to me? You made me insane" "Laura" is all I say and she collapses. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Never in all these years, she thought she would see her again. But the beautiful thing about history is, it repeats. And when it does, it is so hauntingly perfect. Then it plays the cards. Same people, Same setting A tale long lost, repeating

They called him elegant. Quiet. Calm. Beautiful. But Shannon rapidly discovers that Drey harbors something horrible beneath his skin. In the haunted community of Black Hollow, where the dark forest devours lives and crimson roses bloom from blood, Shannon becomes dangerously obsessed with the strange man no one completely understands. The more she falls for him, the more awful the truth becomes. Because Drey is not just broken. He belongs to the jungle. And the nature wants her next. A dark fantasy romance packed with obsession, sorrow, and gorgeous monsters.

Chronicles of the Forsaken Some paths to healing must first pass through hell. Deva Cole wears strength like a mask and silence like a shield. Beneath it, she's unraveling-haunted by a past that refuses to die and secrets buried deeper than memory. When she meets Brian, a mysterious figure drawn to her chaos, their bond becomes a slow-burning match to the truth she's avoided all her life. But darkness doesn't knock-it walks in smiling. Rachel Slink, a woman wrapped in envy and vengeance, arrives with a tale too twisted to ignore. She claims to seek justice, but her real intent? To lead Deva into a labyrinth of bloodlines, betrayal, and buried sins. As Deva begins to question her father's past and her own sanity, puppets and puppet masters blur. Brian's past is no lighter. And as he digs into Deva's scars, his own ghosts rise to the surface. Everyone carries secrets. Some are just more willing to burn others with them. Chronicles of the Forsaken is a gothic tale of pain, manipulation, psychological torment, and self-revelation. In a world where not even memories are safe, the only way forward is to face the forsaken shadows within.