Hauntings mga kuwento

Juniper bought a cheap Victorian mansion the town swears is haunted. She doesn't believe in ghosts. Unfortunately, the ghosts believe in her. Now she shares the house with a mirror-bound Bloody Mary, a basement creature with laundry opinions, a long-limbed yard cryptid on night patrol, and a deer who stands on two legs and watches her get the mail. A paranormal roommate comedy 👻 [Each chapter is somewhat of its own little episode]

When Angelica Lynn walked into the classroom, she did not look extraordinary. She looked calm. Too calm. She moved with deliberate grace, spoke with careful softness, and carried something in her silence that unsettled more than it comforted. To everyone else, she was just a new student. To him, she was a ghost reborn - the shadow of the guardian who had raised him, standing again in flesh and bone.

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

"The devil couldn't reach me," I said. But he was already wearing the face of someone I once called love. ••• They say the devil lives in temptation, but I found him living in my memory, echoing in the voice that told me to stay when I should have run. He wasn't the monster of legends. He was just a quiet, mysterious man who perfectly reflected every fear and every wound I carried inside. This is the raw confession of a girl who thought she escaped hell, only to realize the final battle had to happen within her own skin, proving that true damnation doesn't come from below, but from within.

The door was open. That was the first thing Seonghwa noticed. Not broken. Not forced. Not locked. Open. For the first time, he could leave. For the first time, he could be free. And for the first time... he didn't. Hongjoong was a monster to the world cold, controlled, and untouchable. But monsters don't fall in love. And they don't break when the person they love walks away. What begins as captivity slowly becomes something far more dangerous: trust. What begins as control slowly becomes dependence. And somewhere between fear and comfort, between manipulation and care, one question remains If you stay when you can leave... was it ever a cage at all? - A dark psychological BL exploring obsession, power, emotional dependence, and the fragile line between captivity and choice. Reader discretion advised.

Amanda has been living with her mother for a long time since her father disappeared while on a quest overseas. Her mother, Pearl offers and sells houses to those who are looking for a place to settle down. Their life is relatively good and normal... well, aside from Pearl being a siren on land and Amanda bearing that same blood. However, when her mother sells a rundown creepy house to two young men, things start going downhill for the mother-daughter duo... Something is haunting and preying on the two women, more specifically mother, Pearl. As the older woman gets sicker and more irritable, Amanda begins to search for a cause or the person responsible. However, when the culprit reveals itself to be a dark and powerful entity, Amanda soon realized that some things aren't as easy to explain... That she might bite off more than she can chew with whatever this is... Let's just say, the truth is haunting... And the journey to the truth is not as simple as it seems... WARNING ⚠️: This story is based on a horror roleplay and may contain descriptions of death, gore, and other unsettling situations that are very upsetting and are not for the faint of heart. Also, this story is an interpretation and a side story of the incomplete rebooted Haunting/Haunted series. This story will use the reboot pilot as a starting point while also borrowing ideas from the older original series to tell a (hopefully) concise, easy-to-follow story. The Haunting and its characters by RejectedShotgun, Gamecrown, and XIkroniczz Amanda was created by me Fanfic is written by me

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.

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.

In 16th century France, a darkness older than the Church answers when called. It does not seek salvation. An innocent girl is saved from execution, only to fall into the hands of the very horror that plagues her town. But monsters are not always born. Sometimes, they are made. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- If you read this story and like and comment and I become famous one day, I'll buy u lunch🫶 Will be updating with 1-2 chapters weekly. I have the first few chapters already written, but I kinda wanna establish a schedule, but if you want all that i have right now, i can make that happen too! You can take advantage of my people pleaser tendencies!! Hopefully, this pops off and I'm not here just talking to myself. xoxo

Lost Sky is a YA fantasy about a boy who wakes to a world where the sun has stopped rising. Shadows hunt him, and light is his only refuge. And every flicker of that light pulls him farther from the home he aches to return to. This is a story carved from emotion. Grief and hope, fear and courage, the fragile spark that keeps us moving even when the world goes dark. Sky's journey is tense and eerie, wrapped in a haunting atmosphere that lingers. But it's also warm. Full of laughter, friendship, and the fierce loyalty of Wolf, the dog who refuses to leave his side. Together, they chase a destiny neither of them asked for, discovering strength in the places they least expect. Lost Sky is the kind of book that settles into your bones. It stays with you long after the final page, a reminder that even in the darkest world, light still chooses us. #yafantasy #HopefulFantasy #bookswithheart #quiethope

Death in the Downside is a museum of forever. Avery discovers that it's a lavish place and learns to lounge inside it, until a heartbeat breaks the silence. It pulses with a melody she once loved, leading her toward a forbidden stairwell and the impossible feeling that someone is waiting for her. She learns that: not all of the dead stay buried and not all of the living let go. Main Prompt: #17. You fall in love with someone whose heartbeat matches a song you haven't heard since childhood. Second Prompt: #82. You are in love with someone living and someone long dead. Neither one is willing to let you go. Open Novella Contest 2026 #ONC2026 ⚠️TW: Themes of death, grief, loss

The mind is never silent. Shadows coil, whisper, and grow claws in the dark. A poetry collection of obsession, need, and the parts of us that refuse to sleep.

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 parts drop weekly on Fridays!**

Celia Jones can talk to the dead, but getting on with them is a different story. She always has at least three spirits following her around, complaining about their relatives, or the inadequacy of their funeral arrangements. The latest is a murdered actress, Maude Domby, but she's less interested in denouncing her killer than in accusing the understudy of stealing her favourite pearls. When the charming but utterly fraudulent medium Stanley Winter holds a séance to contact Maude, Maude insists she and Celia should attend, to see people mourning her 'properly'. But the séance ends up implicating an innocent woman, and now Stanley Winter is banging on Celia's door, begging her to help him find Maude's real killer. Unfortunately, helping Stanley Winter could lead Celia to confront her other power - the one that's both lighter and infinitely darker than talking to the dead. ONC Prompt: 72. A real necromancer sits in on a fake séance.

*****A gothic Wednesday AU***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on silence. Pressed uniforms. Polished stone. Perfect control. And something ancient buried far beneath its halls. When a student collapses mid-class with glowing sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists the situation is contained. The students don't believe them. Thorn Rosales, a half-vampire psychic known for trouble, hears the disturbance before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by the Hyde and his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols appearing across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Together, they uncover a truth Reichenbach has spent centuries burying. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and forbidden connection. Where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing.

They say spring is a season of rebirth. They never say what it might awaken. A princess rises in darkness. Can she save her throne - or was it never truly hers? A knight swears to kill. Can duty survive when truth is not as it seems? A thief steals from kings. Is freedom worth the price of chaos? A scholar hunts forbidden power. Or will the secrets she chases find her first? In a realm born from longing, nothing blooms without consequence. And some blooms are not meant to survive the season.

Six months ago, the car crash took Maya's husband. Now, the ocean is bringing back his letters. "Why are you running, Maya? We haven't even finished the first chapter of our new life." Maya thought she was a widow. She was wrong. She is a witness. And in a town built on skeletons, the truth is more dangerous than the haunting. After the rain-slicked highway and the screeching tires that took her husband's life, Maya Sebastian flees to the secluded provincial town of Sombra. She seeks the kind of silence that only the deep province can provide. She expects to mourn in peace. She doesn't expect the letters. They arrive in her kitchen, tucked into old books, and pinned to her door. Hand-written, heartbreakingly familiar, and signed by Thomas-the man she buried months ago. He's watching her. He's protecting her. Caught between the cryptic warnings of her dead husband and the electric, dangerous pull of Elias Alcaraz-the man who pulled her from the wreckage and whose family owns the town-Maya begins to realize that the "Quiet Season" is a lie. In Sombra, the silence isn't peace. It's a scream waiting to happen. To uncover the truth about the accident, Maya must descend into a web of blood, blackmail, and a hidden cellar that breathes with a heartbeat of its own.

Velia has walked the earth for centuries, feeding in shadows and leaving nothing behind but silence. She is a predator perfected - immortal, untouchable, and long since numb to the fragile lives she consumes. Then one night, in a dim bar thick with smoke and loneliness, a man named Cole takes her hand and refuses to let go. He should fear her. He should run. Instead, he stays. Drawn by his warmth, his stubborn kindness, and the steady rhythm of a heart she cannot silence, Velia finds herself facing something far more dangerous than hunger: the possibility of love. But monsters do not get happy endings. As her thirst grows and her past begins to close in, Velia must decide whether to protect Cole from the darkness that follows her - or accept that loving him may be the very thing that destroys them both. In a world where immortality is a curse and restraint is agony, one choice will determine whether Velia remains a creature of the night... or becomes something more.

Thirty letters. Thirty ghosts of emotion sealed in ink. Each one addressed to someone I once knew my past self, my future, the ones I loved, and the ones I lost. Some letters carry gratitude, others ache with regret. Some are to people who will never read them, and some to memories that never left. This isn't a story of replies. It's a story of release of words left unsent, yet finally written. Because sometimes, healing begins with the letters no one ever receives.