Lurking Stories

"“I know who you are.” She whispered into my ear. Suddenly, I felt something pointy at the base of my neck. I took my hands away from Martha and she swirled, getting behind me. Her arms encircled my neck and a dagger, size of my head was now pointed at my neck." Thekla Moore had the life every girl would evny, but the choices she made lead her astray from home and exposed her to a truth hidden from the whole Kingdom. Confused, she starts to have feelings towards her handsome bodyguard, but she is terrified of what future holds for her. "And with that I realised that I was a goner..."

A small town is rocked by a series of gruesome murders, and the local police force is struggling to find the killer. As the body count rises, tensions run high and the community becomes increasingly fearful. When a young journalist starts digging into the case, she uncovers a web of secrets and lies that lead her down a dangerous path. As she gets closer to the truth, she realizes that the killer may be someone she knows. Will she be able to solve the case before it's too late, or will she become the next victim?

For the residents of Blasket Island, isolation is completely normal. Off the southern Irish coast, they don't get many tourists and sometimes even the supply boats don't even make it to the harbour. They disappear into the night, sucked away by the shadows. The same shadows plague the local townspeople, rattling at the windows and screaming at the doors. Disappearances are frequent but the survivors know not to look for the victims. Evelyn has lived on the island all her life, and fights a private war against the shadows. She can feel them coming and knows when to lock the doors and turn out the lights. But the shadows are determined to destroy her, even if they have to wreck the entire island in the process.

"He called himself righteous while clutching my mercy like a vice. When he turned from my hand and hid behind his sanctified mask, something inside me died quietly. That was the last funeral I ever attended for my own heart. Since then, I bury others." Eldra Vilespire stood as a pillar of obsidian amidst the swirling ash, her maid's uniform crisp and untouched by the soot that stained the sky. She was not merely a keeper of time, but its executioner-attuned to the uneven thrum of existence itself, from a newborn's panicked flutter to the wet, splintering gasp of a life collapsing into silence. To the world, she was a silent protector, a domestic shadow bought with a heavy purse of gold to guard the Vilespire bloodline. To her, the gold was merely a veil, a quiet peace purchased to drown out the bitter, screaming memories of an older sister she had left rotting in the cellar of her past. But peace had a foul, metallic taste today. Before her, the air shimmered with a sickening heat. Her master-the last scion of a holy lineage-was being consumed by the pyre. The scent of rendering fat and scorched hair hung heavy in the humid air, a cloying, sweet rot that made the villagers cover their noses even as they cheered. She watched with a clinical, frozen detachment as his skin blistered and wept, the meat of his arms blackening and peeling away from the bone like charred parchment. His screeches were no longer human; they were the sounds of a violin string snapping under too much tension. The mob roared, a singular, beastly sound of unified hate. They believed they were purging a demon, fueled by the whispers of a "miracle" girl and her destitute, hollow-eyed family. Eldra watched the little girl-the architect of this execution-standing at the front of the crowd. The child's face was a mask of angelic sorrow, but her eyes held the sharp, glinting greed of a crow.

A lone traveler discovers a hidden stairway beneath an ancient monastery, leading to a basement where a small body lies half-buried in a pit. As the chamber stirs with unseen breath and scratching from the earth, the monastery reveals that its silence has always been alive.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 7 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 '𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬. ѕσмєтιмєѕ уσυ ѕєє ƒιgυяєѕ ιη уσυя яσσм. ѕσмєтιмєѕ уσυ нєαя νσι¢єѕ.. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. (2nd Person POV » Female Reader)

This is a ballad style tragedy.

A prehistoric burial bog awakens when ancient, brain-preserved skeletons begin to stir beneath the water, revealing that the dead were never meant to be uncovered-or released.

A street worker uncovers a buried skeleton with a massive hole torn through its left side-an opening that looks less like an injury and more like something that once escaped, still stirring beneath the soil.

Tw: blood, murder, violence, profanity A group of friends decided to club out for a while since they haven't hung out in a bit. After clubbing out, they decided to head back home. It was about 2:57 when they left the club. There were 5 friends in total, but when they left, there were only 4... The friend that was missing was very drunk so he had no idea what he was doing and just left way earlier with a random person. He was later found dead that same night... His friends were to blame since they all knew he drank too much, yet didn't monitor him at all. Their dead friend wasn't too happy about that... *** The Loop

Beneath disturbed soil, restless skeletons whisper and writhe, their hollow eyes fixed upward, waiting for the night they can finally crawl free.

Luna has been kept away from the Earth her whole life. Kept in another dimension where only her kind are allowed. When a new kind of darkness comes to demolish her race, it's up to her, Spencer and Jade to save them. Will they be able to do it? Or will love and hate get in the way?

It tells the tales of my inner struggles within a short but memorable period of my life

An archaeologist unearths a skeleton with its eye sockets sealed by hardened clay etched with strange symbols, only to realize the seals were meant to keep something inside from ever seeing again.

In a dystopian Earth, in a world where money or murder gains you life, a young man tries to survive defying its rules. Does everyone has to ignore their humanity and live without conscience or does this generation turned into a mass of criminals for the sake of a party's greediness? "It's a game of pretending. It's kill or die!"

Short scary stories for when you're bored :) !!Some of these stories aren't mine please don't report!!

Melody is a young girl who is trying to provide for her family by hunting rabbits in the woods. One night Melody dares to enter into the deepest parts of the woods; an area where her mother had warned her never to venture to. But with darkness quickly approaching and devouring the icy grey sky Melody knows her battle against time is drawing closer. As she chases the rabbit deeper into the ever-growing woods her limbs soon begin to ache and Melody eventually gives up on all hope of ever catching the source of food she desires and needs the most. Frightened at disappointing and shaming her family Melody decides to not return home and sleep in the woods for the night and return in the morning with whatever prey she can find. As the icy rain begins to fall, each droplet increasing in size compared to the last, Melody stumbles upon an embankment with eerie log cabin sat isolated and alone. The warmth and security that the log cabin provides begins to lure Melody into a subtle dangerous trap. Famished and cold, Melody does not see the harm in inhabiting the log cabin for the night. If only Melody knew what dangers lurk within the cabin… Then maybe she would have changed her mind on staying the night.