Poetichorror Stories

In a cursed village shrouded in eternal mist, a wandering soul follows the flicker of a lantern each night. They say she's waiting for her groom-who never came. But when a stranger enters the village and follows the light, the dead bride finally smiles. Love may awaken again, but not without blood.

He was the type to shrug at ruin. Cold, cocky, careless-his mask was confidence, but beneath it lay only dust and absence. Promises meant nothing. Apologies never came. He moved through others' lives like a storm without aftermath, leaving behind silence, not sorrow. At least, that's what he told himself. But now, something clings to him. A shadow etched in red. A raven, slick and bleeding with memory, has nested on his head-its claws sunk into the rot of everything he pretended not to feel. No one else sees it, but it watches him constantly, whispering truths he spent years ignoring. He doesn't remember the names of those he hurt. But the raven does. And as the walls of his reality melt into guilt-soaked hallucinations, the figure who once stood above it all is forced to reckon with a version of himself even he forgot existed. He is nameless. He is forgotten. But the raven remembers.

They erased him before he even had a name. Born in a forgotten tribal village, Thalya was never registered, never documented, never meant to exist. His mother raised him in silence, far from the modern world-until the military stormed their forest on the day after his 7th birthday, massacring his people and burning every trace of their culture. He survived. Alone. Unseen. Now, years later, a string of brutal deaths has gripped the country. Bodies dumped off cliffs. Victims forced to walk into the woods, never to return. No fingerprints. No records. No trace of the killer. Because how do you hunt a man who doesn't exist? Layla and Rami, two detectives researching vanishing tribal cultures, stumble into the myth... and quickly realize they're in the story. Not as observers. But as the next chapter. He doesn't want attention. He wants justice. And this time, the fire's not burning his story. It's burning yours.

A woman roams the shadowed woods, consuming not flesh but emotions, memories, and desire. Her hunger is endless, driven by a yearning to fill the void within. *The Hunger That Knows No End* explores the fine line between longing and fulfillment, darkness and light.

JENNY A 3-Chapter Poetic Horror told by Sujith I came to film a story. I left with one I'll never forget. Three friends. One forest. We thought we were chasing Cold War ruins and forgotten legends. But the forest wasn't empty. It was waiting. Her name was Jenny. She wasn't a ghost. She wasn't a myth. She was real - and she never left. I saw her. I heard her. And now I'm telling you everything. This isn't fiction. This is what happened when we entered her world. And if you keep reading... you'll hear her too. IMAGINARY STORY , BUT MADE FOR REAL.

"One candle for each tale one shadow for each name lost to the night." Inspired by the old Hyaku Monogatari ritual where each tale snuffs out a candle, this book invites you to gather in the dusk and listen.