Mildhorror Stories

{YA Urban Fantasy/Mild Horror Mystery} This story features: Modern young teens, a 100% real-world setting, spooky supernatural monsters, and a historical mystery. 14-year-olds Sam and Maya spend most of their days in the local Morrin Center Library in Quebec city, where Maya drags Sam over there most days as her ideal 'hangout' day. But one night, while Maya is busy reading an ancient journal, and Sam miserably looses the matches in his video game; they both fall asleep and wake up at midnight only to be locked inside the library. And what awakens from the ink is something they should have known about. This story has partially accurate historical facts involved to add to the chaotic mystery and past of the story. Cover made with Canva, all arts will be original by me. Gacha designs for characters will be involved too

Isaiah is seventeen, restless, and tired of waiting for the life he desires. Hoping a few days deep in the northern Maine woods will give him some peace, he heads into the wilderness for an isolated camping trip. But the deeper he goes, the stranger things become. A forgotten cabin. A mysterious girl named Victoria. A man who clearly didn't want him there. And something else that's extremely dangerous hiding in the woods. What starts as a simple camping trip quickly becomes something Isaiah never could have imagined-a story of fear, survival, and unexpected love.

「 どこまでも このうたの おもいでは 消えない 」 ⋮ 𝖒emoria. ─────────── Out there lies a mirror with a world inside it. Beautiful, bewitching .. not all can look within it. Care to take your chances and peer in its depths? category ; apply-fiction, yandere. section ; oc x li

WHERE THE CLOUDS DIED Oxygen is the currency. More money means a longer life. To stop breathing is to die broke. Two hundred and sixty-three years after The Great Choke siphoned the blue out of the sky, humanity is split into two warring realities. Inside the sterile, towering glass walls of the Dome, the elite Gleamers buy premium breathing plans while the working class watch their digital Atom Wallets tick down with every single breath they take. Julian is a rule-following technician managing the Giga-Tanks in the city's damp, industrial underbelly. He has never questioned the authority of the superior Providers. But when a pressure gauge needle moves for the first time in nearly three centuries, Julian discovers a terrifying truth: the city's corporate air supply is failing. Outside the glass lies the Nitrogen Void-a freezing, bone-dry desert under a pitch-black daytime sky. It is home to the Cultivators, a resilient faction of outcasts who survive in hidden underground bunkers, hunting the Slags-blind, eyeless predators that track human body heat and navigate by sending seismic clicks through stone-hard petrified trees. When Julian is betrayed by his own rulers and exiled into the void, he must team up with Vane, a cynical scavenger, and Gunnar, a battle-hardened warrior. But a routine hunt leads to a shocking discovery inside the bunker's algae vats: a tiny, living organism carrying the genetic code to restart global evolution. Now, the outcasts hold the key to the future of the human race. To save the planet, they must break into the Dome, trigger a global atmospheric reset, and reclaim the air-or watch humanity suffocate in the dark. *** 🌌 This is my very first book, written as a 13-year-old author! Thank you so much for reading and supporting my sci-fi journey. 👉 Check my Wattpad author profile page layout for the link to my official WhatsApp Fan Channel for exclusive lore, chapter updates, and behind-the-scenes world building details!

A wicker monstrosity appeared in Doug's garden after he disappeared. Now, Nora won't rest until she can prove his innocent looking wife is hiding something under her unusual garden ornament. A short story from the suburban fantasy collection

"Stop." TJ shook his head vehemently, his hand outstretched as if to stop anyone from approaching. "You lied to me. You all lied to me. I have been dragged away from my home - no, from my planet! I've been attacked, mauled, and almost died twice, and you have the audacity to suggest I trust you?! Bullcrap." Terüni raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her temper under control. "Bullcrap? Really? You think it's so terrible to be the heir to the throne, but what about the actions of your ancestors? You left us, you took scores of races with you, and because of you, our whole way of living collapsed! Trade, economy, the ruling system, all tipped upside down when you stupid humans decided to pack your bags and find another planet - and it might've happened a long, long time ago, but the effects of your treachery still linger to this day. So don't you dare speak of bullcrap, when all your race has brought us is suffering. The least you can do is accept your place as King and try to fix your ancestors' mistakes." Silence reigned through the camp as the warriors stared at Terüni in wide-eyed disbelief. TJ, his golden-brown hair falling over his forehead, had quiet fury written across his features as he glared at the Elf. "I am not my ancestors," he growled through his teeth, then turned on his heel and shoved his way back into the teepee, leaving them in shocked bewilderment. ᛥᛥᛥᛥ Book 1 of The Chronicles of Aereth saga When T-J, a misguided, orphaned teenager, learns of the existence of an arcane world home to supernatural creatures, his view of Earth as he knows it is turned upside-down. Upon discovering he too is not of the Human World, the boy is propelled into a world of danger, magic, and the struggle between good and evil. With the help of newfound allies, T-J must embark on an epic journey to reclaim his throne, save his homeland and unearth his long-forgotten past. All credit for the incredible cover design goes to @Guinealove2005 All Rights Reserved

This book came to be because of one person, to protect her identity I will not share her name. We rode the bus together just like everyday, but today she brought along her copies of volumes one, two, three, and four of CreepyPasta. I was trasfixed by the one that had a picture of The Rake on it. Naturally I read the story and it scared me. When I am scared of something, I have a habit of Writing About it. It became a homework assignment because we have to write a page and one half every time we have language arts. We have author's chair in which we can read these assignments to the entire class. I read that poem for author's chair. I didn't know how much people liked it until the class requested that I read it a second time. Thank you Lucia Faustus!

-COMPLETED- They say people are naturally drawn to darkness. This is the case for Lyn, a young woman who happens to be an assassin's secretary. They satisfy the ones who yearn for murder, with a high price of course. An ex-lover of a world-famous celebrity comes in, requesting a murder of his "one true love." " I beg you, murder the damned woman. Kill the 'Scarlet Woman.'" Thus, the murder of the Rose begins. " I need a secretary, someone to help organize my calls. My last secretary died, well, one of my callers got angry with her... You seem like an organized person, miss. As of now, you are my new secretary." " Secretary? You barely know me, Thomas Ferguson. For all you know, I could be the messiest, most disorganized person in the world. Why offer?" He leaned in close to me and whispered, " You're desperate for money, miss. Someone as desperate as yourself will do anything for a penny. 3298 Crawford Street. 10 p.m. sharp, don't be late." I watched him straighten his back and turn to the corpse of the gray eyed boy. He walked off into the darkness, whistling a quiet tune while wringing his arms. The corpse was slung over his body like a sack of potatoes. Judging from his demeanor, Thomas didn't seem to give a fuck that he was carrying a dead corpse with him on New Years Day.

Well lets see...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for a certain someone who was being dragged through an interdimensional portal, kicking and screaming. Poor thing. With a not-so graceful landing, Takeru finds himself in the Kingdom of Amogus and is mistaken as a student of the highly prestigious, magical, one-of-a-kind, magnificent, gorgeous, globally-acclaimed, esteemed, respectable, renowned University of Something. Thou may join Takeru McRizzlord in his journey as a totally-sane isekai protagonist, defying all stereotypes in his path whilst bringing glory upon all those who enjoy the savory taste of chicken nuggets, his favorite food. And the savory taste of human flesh, his other favorite food. Thou should note, however, though Takeru is the protagonist of this story, he is not the protagonist of the novel itself. Alas! He has no plot armor! Prayers upon his deformed soul!

A new lab has been built on the island of Sodor but engines have been going missing afterwards.?

It's just rain. Nothing more. Dont scroll down in any of the episodes 😳

Six kids grow up in vastly different circumstances, but sharing the same home: the grand palace of Atherdale. Can they stay friends as they get older?

The world has ended, but survival is just the beginning. Ysella and Elodie are two friends navigating ruined cities, scarce supplies, and unpredictable strangers. Every step toward their missing friends is a gamble, every choice a test of trust and courage. They must rely on each other to navigate ruined cities, scarce supplies, and strangers who may kill as easily as breathe. Friendship will be tested. Hearts will be risked. Every decision could mean life-or death. Can they protect each other, keep their hearts intact, and survive a world that's lost all sense of order? ; New chapter daily (Inspired by Homesick from webtoon and Alien Stage (slightly) from YouTube)

12-year-old Jaxon Kingsley only wants to see his mother again. The problem is that she's been dead since he was only a few months old. After that, Jaxon was left with his Aunt Cindy and Uncle Jay. His best friend Olivia Brettle has always told Jax to, "Watch the wind," but he has never taken it into consideration. Now, he is thinking about where the wind could lead him.

Many 'friends' trapped in a living hell,one 'friend' filled with regret and sorrow. The other? Filled with Guilt and empty inside,maybe slightly insane...

Dawn was never ...just lucky... she was jokingly called "the Murphy's Law lady" due to her bad luck streak yet she actually found a way to work around it. She jokingly calls it. Living in universal loopholes or limbo state As weird as it sounds her case wasn't the absolute worst I based her desighn partially on curly from mouthwashing but I wanted the audience to have this feeling of how does this poor soul get anything done? And yet she still persists I thought it would be fun to play off the idea that maybe she was just a little bit luckier than the original source and was willing to die on the hill of community service due to her weird "one lucky moment"

I was listening to songs, and thought each of the songs [the chapter names] added up all together, and would make a story. 1. Stuck in my hometown, no reason to leave yet. 2. Goodnight dad, I love you. 3. Do you love me? 4. I'm so [so] sorry. 5. I miss you mom. 6. Coffee and cigarettes. 7. Escape. 8. Oak. 9. Enter. 10. Postcards from a forgotten town. 11. State of death. 12. To watch you burn. 13. Exit. 14. A place to call home.

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