Monster-of-the-week Histoires

A story about a young man seeking guidance from a witch after gaining perspective of how small the world he'd been living is truly was, becoming her familiar and learning about various different supernatural creatures and manners of dealing with them. My first complete story, also available on tumblr @enithinggoes

Terrifying tales of monsters and misfortune from the mind of Seti, the alien scribe, all taking place on a world eerily familiar to our own... Sit back and be disturbed by 'Frightening Tales From From Familiar Worlds', a short collection of creepypasta writer YungSeti's most bone-chilling little tales, straight from the darkest corners of r/NoSleep. . . 'A police dispatcher receives a call that changes her life, from a little girl during a home invasion which quickly spirals into a waking nightmare as the call unfolds and it becomes more and more clear to the dispatcher that she is dealing with something impossible - and possibly inhumane. A man takes his canoe out on the lake during a strange fog and finds himself lost in an alien ocean, cold, alone, and hunted by the things that call the murky depths home.' "𝑴𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔 𝑨 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓" 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒖𝒛𝒛𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝑼𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 '𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅?"

Lord Zedd was one of the most powerful villains the Power Rangers have ever had to face. After being sealed in the Morphing Grid after his last fight with the Power Rangers, they thought Earth would be save from the evil space tyrant. But soon, they realized that each time a Power Ranger morphed, the restraints on Zedd would slowly weaken. This spawned a cult who want nothing more than Zedd to be released. After a lot of monster attacks, a familiar face decided to build a new Power Ranger team. Will they suceed in stopping Zedd's release, or will The Cult of Z get what they're after? I do not own Power Rangers. That belongs to Hasbro.

The room smells like pennies. Maya's hands are sticky, and she can't wipe the blood off of them, not even when she drags her palms over the fabric of her shorts. It's already too dry. When she reaches out a shaky, bloodstained hand to touch the body in front of her, it's still warm.