Phyco Stories

A group of friends get accepted into a boarding school. But when they get there... It's not all it's cracked up to be. With a murderer on the loose, a seemingly haunted room and a questionable forest lining the school, there's no telling what could happen.

My story...

This story is about mads anson the young girl who lives with her mom alone and works at a hospital for physical paths she meets one boy and tries to help him and at first it seems like it's working but things change

A Creepypasta Story. Not canon, and Original Character. WARNING: If you are faint hearted to gore, blood, or description of murder and death I recommend you don't even read this. If you are homophobic or transphobic, do not read as well. This story goes into great details of death and murder, and deals with trauma and domestic trauma and abuse. Cussing is also mentioned a lot in this story.

"Ghoul? Zombie?" I flipped through my notebook filled with thoughts. "I'm not badass like ghouls in that anime... And im not dead... I think..." I mumble biting my bleeding nails. I rolled up against the cold cell wall and tried to cry. "What am I?" My crying became laughter. Laughs eccoued the lonely cell. Then, I felt something hit me. It was from the next cell. COMPLETED

You'll never believe my story. My mother and father filed for divorced when I was seven. Ever since then my life has been hell. Or so I thought. I've learned not to trust my gut.

Bella's life takes a dangerous turn when she finds herself the object of notorious criminal Luke brooks' desire.

"I hate you." I said in a disgusting tone. "Do you think I care?l want you and I get it.You are more now ."said my husbent. Saying that he again started pounding in my pussy.It was very rough.

Dark stories Horror story's And more.

What would you do for love?

They watched her. Everyday on her walk home. They sat in waiting, never straying far. They watched her, the numbers never depleted. Addison Hays never told anyone about the swarming mess of black cats that would watch her everyday on her walk to school. She was mildly freaked out, and never got to close. They would simply stare, and watch her. What did they want? Who was their leader? Was it only her they stared at? Addison would ask herself over and over, well, she's about to find out. (This is a work of fiction, a short horror story)

Raising Suicide Awareness

Short story based on a young girl sick of all the lying that revealed something worse than the truth in words