Hauting truyện

The sounds. The little noises that came from every which way. The screams. The constant screams that barreled around my head that never ended. They were never silenced. The hell. The burning embers of the everlasting flames that Satan himself made. The room.

He was the type to shrug at ruin. Cold, cocky, careless-his mask was confidence, but beneath it lay only dust and absence. Promises meant nothing. Apologies never came. He moved through others' lives like a storm without aftermath, leaving behind silence, not sorrow. At least, that's what he told himself. But now, something clings to him. A shadow etched in red. A raven, slick and bleeding with memory, has nested on his head-its claws sunk into the rot of everything he pretended not to feel. No one else sees it, but it watches him constantly, whispering truths he spent years ignoring. He doesn't remember the names of those he hurt. But the raven does. And as the walls of his reality melt into guilt-soaked hallucinations, the figure who once stood above it all is forced to reckon with a version of himself even he forgot existed. He is nameless. He is forgotten. But the raven remembers.

In which Taehyun haunts Beomgyu's nightmare... - inspired by the song 'nightmares' by the boyz -

My house is full of dark souls. I feel it. I hear it. Everywhere.

Dear readers, these are poems that I wrote based on my own love life. Poems I keep close to my heart. Xx All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission.

In this short story a Victorian girl terrorizes a family from beyond the grave, and has fun doing it. (There are definite spoilers in the TW and some in the tags) !!!TW!!! There is some blood/gore due to the fact the protagonist is dead, and was shot. There are some scary/creepy/stressful situations in this later into the story. It could definitely give one the feeling of being watched. This is from the position of the person watching others though they are also possibly watched.

It's a late entry for the grudge contest. Ech.

𝑨 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐. 𝑨 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆.