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Everyone calls it a suicide. But at her best friend's funeral, she feels the weight of something unfinished. Back in the empty house, she finds a diary her friend kept hidden. Its pages are filled with loneliness, small confessions, and a quiet attachment to a boy who lived next door. Someone who listened. Someone who stayed. Only no one else remembers him. As she reads, grief turns into doubt, and doubt into fear. The house feels less empty. The diary feels less like a goodbye. And the silence around her begins to feel... attentive. Because some people don't leave when they're gone. And some truths don't want to be seen.

Everyone says Wiviah is possessed. That he sees things. That he isn't normal. His sister is the only one who cares for him. Or so it seems.

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Whispers you weren't meant to hear. Realities you weren't supposed to question. In this anthology of dark psychological sci-fi, each story is a fracture - a glimpse through the cracks of the mind, where identity, time, and truth slip and bleed. Here, nothing is linear. Characters speak to themselves, to you, and sometimes... to something far older. Voices echo from behind mirrors, behind doors that shouldn't exist, behind versions of yourself that never should've been. Every page is a trapdoor. Every sentence, a test. And if you're reading this... You've already been heard.

On April 13, Anya's life changes, not in a way anyone can see. Thirteen years after her birthday, strange dreams begin to return. In them stands a silent girl, turned away, carrying a sadness that refuses to fade. At first, the dreams feel like nightmares. Then they begin to feel like memories. And finally, like a choice. As Anya is drawn into a space between remembering and forgetting, she uncovers a truth about human cruelty, not born from monsters, but from ordinary people who looked away. The girl does not ask for forgiveness. She does not ask for justice. She asks Anya to decide what happens next. Caught between compassion and hatred, Anya must confront a question far heavier than revenge: Is ending a cycle harder than continuing it? A slow-burn psychological and emotional story about memory, responsibility, and the quiet power of mercy, A Nightmare is a novel about breaking what was never meant to be inherited.

A caretaker walks midnight rounds in a concrete tower, mending tiny "seams" where the world rubs thin. Tonight the lift whispers 13-a floor that shouldn't exist-and a child cries from a door that isn't on the plans. To set the building right, Rafi must choose what to anchor and what to release: a life on this side of the mirror, or the last clear memory of his mother. Quiet dread, fluorescent tape, and a choice that feels like a prayer-one shot of urban unreal for readers who like their hauntings low-key and human. Liminal, soft-horror, no gore. 16+ (no gore; emotionally heavy but PG-13) | Vibe seekers: Fans of liminal/analog horror, SCP-style uncanny procedures, and urban folklore (13th floor myths) | Reading context: Late-night scroll, 6-10-minute one-sitting story with a reflective aftertaste.

It starts with silence. No alarm. No event. Just the quiet. And then things stop making sense-small things at first. Time. Memory. Reflection. Something is moving in the stillness, and it's listening.

A series of dream-inspired stories from the boundary between memory and sleep. Some are unsettling. Some are quiet and beautiful. All of them are real-in the way dreams are real. Written by Nolan Ward, these stories are reflections of deeply vivid dreams that unfold like emotional myths, nightmares, and liminal spaces we almost remember. This series explores houses that remember, people who come back wrong, and the silent moments that echo long after waking.

These are stories of wanderers, exiles, and ordinary people who cross paths with things they shouldn't see. Some meet forgotten gods. Some find curses in quiet places. Some realize the world is stranger than they believed. If you feel there's an unseen thread that ties myths, hauntings, and human lives together, you'll feel at home here. Short, atmospheric tales of impossible things. Updated weekly.

In a realm unraveling at the seams, where ancient gods rot beneath the soil and forgotten villages vanish in silence, a young bard named Sfen sets out to find a hero worth writing about. He finds her. Alisa Varn is a hardened warrior with no interest in glory and no patience for poetry. She fights to protect, not to be remembered. But when Sfen, timid, wide eyed, and freshly graduated, asks to follow her and record her deeds in song, she lets him. Maybe out of pity. Maybe curiosity. Maybe something she doesn't name. Their journey begins with simple battles and strange towns. But each step draws them deeper into the Hollow Spine, a cursed land where reality thins, the stars twitch when you look too long, and the ground remembers blood. Something old is waking, something that knows Alisa's name even when she doesn't remember it herself. As horrors close in and time begins to slip, Sfen watches the woman he follows unravel, quietly, bravely, beautifully. And with every day, every near death, every shared firelit silence, he falls in love with her. But this is not a love story. This is a tragedy. Because when the final seal must be placed and the old god demands a sacrifice, Alisa will choose the world over herself. And Sfen will be left with only her name... and the last song she never got to hear.

There are encounters that even Death can't forget". This is a purely fictional and symbolic work. It contains no religious references or commentary of any kind. The story explores themes of loss, death, and understanding through a poetic and contemplative lens. All characters and events are symbolic and serve only to reflect human emotion.

Where the rain brings more than just water.

You ever watch a movie that doesn't scare you with monsters, but with silence? War of the Worlds (2025) isn't loud. It doesn't show aliens crashing down in ships or cities blowing up. Instead, it whispers the truth - that the invasion already happened... and no one noticed. This story isn't about running. It's about watching. Waiting. Feeling like the world around you has changed but you can't explain why. That's what makes this movie different and so real. It's not just sci-fi - it's about fear, trust, and how easily everything can fall apart without a single gunshot. If you're into slow-burn thrillers and deep tension, give this movie a shot. It stays with you even after the credits roll. 👽 Would you know if the person next to you wasn't human?

A man and his dog take a walk into the woods. They don't come back the same. What starts as a long-overdue hike becomes something else-something older than the trail and sharper than memory. With every step deeper into the trees, reality slips. The world bends. The forest notices. And remembers. Guided only by his dog, Ace, the man confronts more than silence. He walks past the life he thought he'd lived and into everything he never became. Missed chances. Buried regrets. Roads not taken. Most forests grow trees. This one grows reflections. "A Watcher in the Green" is an existential descent disguised as a walk in the woods-a quiet horror story about stillness, self-sabotage, and the things that grow when you stand still too long.

A series of quiet encounters, digital whispers, and ghost connections that leave a mark deeper than love. Not all love stories start with a name. Some begin with silence. Some with a message. And some, with someone who isn't supposed to exist. -EvimNvotzi2015

A quiet artist's retreat. A familiar stranger. A cherry tree that shouldn't still be blooming. Deep in the misty mountains of ancient China, a young apprentice lives a quiet life of craftsmanship and silence under a master known only as Lao-shi. Their days are simple. wood, study, and stillness until the sky cracks open and fire rains down. In one night, everything is lost. Some places don't stay buried. And some pasts refuse to burn.

Among gallery owners and collectors, Skad is known as The Atrocity Artist for his transgressive paintings depicting zombified people fused with transistors, vacuum tubes, and circuit boards. But his true masterpiece, his ultimate atrocity, has been his own existence. To reach his goals, Skad has destroyed more lives than he can remember, all with a cruel blend of indifference, malice, and glee. Now, reeling from the death of his estranged son and facing his own approaching mortality, he returns to his family home on Lake Sauvage to get some peace. But the community by the water has a long memory, and in its earth, the past refuses to stay dead. David J. Thirteen presents a Wattpad Exclusive: THE ATROCITY ARTIST, a story of quiet horror.

⸸─────⸸𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝟣 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒰𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈⸸─────⸸ "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂. 𝑰𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕." -𝐃𝐫. 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐨𝐥𝐤 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✦ *･ﾟ✧: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽. 𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓸𝓻, 𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓲𝔁 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼. 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶. 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. "𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔." - 𝐂𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ*✦ *･ﾟ✧: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒲𝓇𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝓊𝓏𝓏

Under the Crimson Lantern is a Korean romantic horror novel that explores how love, grief, and guilt can become curses when they are left unresolved. The story follows Seo Mina, a young woman who returns to her isolated mountain village, Byeolha-ri, after her childhood friend and first love, Kim Joon, mysteriously disappears. The village is ruled by silence, fear, and an ancient object known as the Crimson Lantern-a supernatural lantern said to reveal true love, but at the cost of trapping those who wait beneath it. As Mina searches for Joon, she discovers that the lantern does not create love-it feeds on longing. Anyone who waits beneath it while holding onto unfinished promises slowly loses their humanity, becoming something suspended between life and death. Joon did not vanish; he waited. And in waiting, he became bound to the forest, sustained by Mina's absence, her guilt, and her unfulfilled promise to return. The horror in the story is not sudden or violent, but slow, emotional, and suffocating. It grows through whispers, memories, and the unbearable pull of familiar voices. Love becomes obsessive. Waiting becomes decay. The forest itself acts like a living consciousness that listens, remembers, and feeds on human desire. At its core, the story asks: What happens when love has nowhere to go? Can devotion survive abandonment? Is staying with someone you love an act of salvation-or surrender? The romance is tragic and twisted, built on childhood innocence that rots into possession. The horror is psychological and folkloric, rooted in Korean-style supernatural beliefs where promises, names, and longing have power. The Crimson Lantern is not evil-it is patient. It does not chase. It waits. And the deeper Mina goes, the more she realizes that the greatest danger is not the forest... but how much of herself she is willing to give up to keep love from ending.