Historias de Horror-story

"Dark branches hit the window. The floor seemed to shake beneath her." It was another normal day for Jess. That is, until....

❝It was completely white, except for its bloody mouth, which had a black substance leaking out of it, and a long black tongue sticking out.❞ She woke up in a mental asylum, with no memory of who she was, or how she got there. All she knows is that the place is dangerous, and she needs to survive, or escape. Her only consistent form of help is a small voice that rings in her mind. Is she going to survive in this place? Or will its monsters get the best of her? Highest Rankings: #4 in Mentalasylum #20 in Originalworks Credits: Ending Banner (Vote Comment Follow & Share) @_thasli_

This horror story has the character Thistle go through horrible and terrifying experiences. Will he die or go insane? Witch would be better? Escape seems like a far off option. But possibly surviving for long enough for someone to find him might be his only option.

This story is about an ex employee at Sega who created his own version of Sonic The Hedgehog along with an new AI for sonic that got possessed through an unclosed Ouija board creating persino, along with everything in his little world he calls a "game" along with taking innocent lives using Brian as a puppet for his own personal game. Along with this being one of two retakes of sonic.exe that I made, sadly both aren't canon which that definitely would confuse a lot of people, anyways have fun reading!

Is a story of horror so.....

Tragedy strikes a family that decides to spend Thanksgiving in an old forgotten abbey in the north. Copyright 2019 By S.C. Dragonie, All Rights Reserved

Tem vezes que é melhor enterrar o passado! Anne Quinn fez uma promessa a si mesma, nunca mais voltar a Cliversland, cidade que ela passou o pior dia da vida dela. Os anos passaram e sua mãe implorou pra ela fizesse uma pequena visita, a qual ela aceitou. Ninguém mais reconhecia Anne. Ela tinha mudado a cor do seu cabelo e optado por usar lentes de contato no lugar de óculos. Assim que ela chega na cidade, já é surpreendida por uma tremenda notícia: Wendy V, a garota propaganda dos comerciais de geleia de morango de Cliversland havia sido encontrada boiando no rio, morta. Todas as evidências acabam girando em torno de Anne, que todos acham que é a assassina, obrigando-a revelar sua identidade e fazendo-a sair em uma investigação de quem matou Wendy e estava tentando a incriminar.

"They call her Celia. She was born in 1820, and died in 1841. They never found her killer, but I think she was killed by someone in your bloodline. It would only make sense. After all, every year, someone related to the Wilhelm family dies a mysterious death, with clues relating to Celia's background and history." "A lot a' people recorded in journals that they'd been seein' constant disturbin' images weeks or even months before their deaths." I didn't know what to say. What was there to say? All I could do was look down at the floor and except the fact that I, 15 year old Payton Wilhelm, was going to die at the hands of a ghost.

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Self satisfaction...it sometimes backfires, doesn't it? A 492 word horror short...

She got a dead cat for Christmas... Copyright 2019 By S.C. Dragonie, All Rights Reserved

Welcome to the Abyss, where all your worst fears and insecurities come to life. Here you can find, in the abyssal plane, a collection of stories ranging from horror, eerie happenings, or just plain disturbing. Step into the abyss and read about all the things that plague your worst nightmares. The stories within are written by myself of featured writers.

Copyright 2020 By S.C. Dragonie, All Rights Reserved

it's about a girl who can see her imaginary friends that are real Also this is very old cause I made this three years ago

If only I could sleep. Days are bad when you can't sleep. Days are worse when you can't remember. Days are the worst when you can't forget what you've done, and you can't forget who you've done it to. For a long time, night was the only peace I had, and the only time I really felt alive. I did things when nobody was watching, when nobody could see me. Darkness hides a lot of things. But it won't hide what I did -not forever. Someday, everybody will know. Some already do. Do you know? Do you know when somebody watches you? Do you know when somebody is following you and sleeping on the floor next to your bed? I can tell you. I can tell you secrets.

A story which is not even heard. Which happened with rezia

When a sweet family moved to a peaceful town which is surrounded by many trees... But not everything sweet lasts for so long when you find a chest near your new home. (This is one of my original work! I always wanted to make a horror story and I have so many ideas!)

Hello readers! I know it's been a very long time since I've updated my Wattpad page. I've been struggling to find my writing talents for the past few months, it's been tough. But now I am ready to start publishing stories on Wattpad once more. I've rewritten Hoover Lake and fixed a few grammatical problems with the story, there's more to come through, I've got a few new stories up my sleeve and I hope you are ready to enjoy them. And now I present to you, Hoover Lake, Remastered... Copyright 2019 By S.C. Dragonie, All Rights Reserved

A collection of scary stories. If you would like to submit a story, send me a message!