Religioushorror Stories

Think Voltron meets Doctor Who meets Religious Analog Horror. That being said, this is a Voltron AU where the main characters are intergalactic researchers that end up biting off more than they can chew with a new planet they discover Rain-36B. !!Spoilers ahead!! :0 Keith's screwed Shiro's screwed Lance is screwed Hunk is screwed Pidge is screwed Everybody is screwed. Including Coran. But mainly Keith because he's my favorite :)

Every December, the world celebrates joy, generosity, and the legend of Saint Nicholas - a man of kindness and faith. But the history we were given is incomplete. Hidden in forbidden texts and buried beneath centuries of doctrine lies a truth far older - and far darker. What if Christmas began not as a miracle... but as a punishment?

since people began reading my jonah and adam fic (SOMEHOW???) i decided to write more!! you guys are very sweet <3 also shout out to Ghostly on discord, ily man .

" wake from your sleep the drying of your tears. . . " • • • NORTH AMERICA, 2105. Young Dee is a purveyor of prophetic dreams and a survivor of the Filch; a mysterious phenomenon that has mercilessly claimed the lives of billions globally, including her own family. Left with nothing but words and visions of a promised land, Dee sets out on a long journey to find her purpose and the kingdom forged for her by God. But as an urge to protect the lives she encounters along the way grows stronger, so does the realization that her calling may not be as eternal as she once believed... • • • " today we escape we escape. . . "

Love is the doorway. Devotion is the knife. In a world where faith infects prayer is a living organism.Devotion spreads like disease, and the most beloved are consumed first.When the Oracle's sister becomes the vessel for a parasite that feeds on love itself, the global Church rises.Cities worship. Nations kneel. Humanity doesnt fght the infection - it volunteers. To resist is to be forgotten.To serve is to lose yourself. To love is to be eaten......

Inside an unassuming cathedral, a priest listens as a serial killer steps into the confessional. He does not seek absolution. He seeks to measure the breaking point of faith. ==SHORT STORY, only 2200+ words==

Sa tagong lugar ng Bartolome, may isang simbahan ang napaglipasan ng panahon. Hindi tinatao. Walang pumapasok. Kahit makasalanan, hindi na nagawang manalangin sa bahay Niya. Walang rason para iwanan ang tahanan ng mga makasalanan. Walang binigay na pasabi bakit bigla na lang sila lumisan. Walang kumalat na balita kung bakit naluma na ang kapilya. Bagaman ganoon ang nangyari, nagdaraos pa rin ng misa ang naninirahan dito. May Pari rito. May Sakristan ding nagsisilbi. Tulad ng dati. At may isa ring nananalangin. Kahit mag-isa ang San Bartolome sa tagong lugar, napaglipasan na ito ng panahon. May tumatao. May biglang pumapasok. Kahit makasalanan, nananalangin sa bahay Niya. May rason ang lahat. Hindi lang marinig. Hindi lang makita. Mag-antanda ka bago pumasok sa simbahan. At manalangin ka. Dahil kahit tama ang panalangin mo, hindi mo alam kung sino ang tumugon.

People pray every day.They pray in churches,They pray beside wells,They pray in empty rooms when no one is watching.But what if prayer doesn't always reach heaven? In a quiet village, a well begins answering prayers... but the people who pray there slowly disappear from memory. In another town, a possessed woman claims demons are not enemies of God-they are auditors studying human faith. A Sunday school painting of Jesus begins to move.A church bell rings before people die. Beneath an old church lies an archive containing files... of every human life ever lived. And somewhere in the darkness between prayer and answer, something is listening.Not with mercy.Not with cruelty.With attention.Seven interconnected horror stories about faith, doubt, and the terrifying possibility that we may have misunderstood what is listening when we pray. Read if you dare. Because once something hears your name... it might never forget it.

A priest with an unhealthy obsession of the Virgin Mary after the vivid dream he had years ago, and a girl who resembles her. WARNING! CONSISTS MOSTLY OF HORROR AND PSYCHOLOGICAL, FOCUSED SOLELY AROUND IT. THIS IS NOT ROMANCE. Not for the weak of heart. At sana di ko mapaginipan 'to kailanman huhu. Written by luminous4she

An aspiring writer drives his dementia ridden grandmother to the hospital as he recounts his own personal stories-- fictional or real, we may never know. In the midst of the snowstorm and long trip, the reader will be immersed into the surrealism and the bits of truth and harsh realities of grief.

The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful Because he's a fallen angel And he used to be gods favorite.

 The Gospel of Marilyn is a southern gothic horror set beneath amber skies and quiet Texas roads. After the death of his daughter, Marilyn-god of hope and messenger of heaven-becomes consumed by the need to replace what he lost. His grief leads him to a secluded home in the middle of nowhere, where a newborn lives with parents who believe they have escaped the world. When a strange man comes to their door asking for the child, nothing violent happens at first. Only conversations. Smiles. Promises. And small fractures in the family's peace. As the parents begin to unravel, Marilyn reveals the truth of divine love: it does not always create-it takes.

People cried, prayed, and reached for them, believing the end of the world had finally brought salvation. But when one woman is lifted into the heavens, she sees the truth behind the light. They are not saving anyone. And the apocalypse is only beginning.

The rain never stops in Salem's Wake. When Lenora Hallow returns to bury her father, the town feels less abandoned than asleep - and the church he left behind still breathes. Each night, the bell tolls at 3:33. Each morning, the soil on her floor grows darker. Something beneath the church listens when she moves, remembers when she speaks, and waits when she prays. In a place where faith rots slow and silence has a pulse, Lenora must decide whether she's uncovering her father's madness or inheriting his devotion. Because in Salem's Wake, there is no God. Only the one who remembers.

Beneath the towering spires and cold stone walls, the Church moves like a shadow over the land. Its priests speak in whispers laced with venom, their blessings tasting of iron and ash. They walk among the faithful cloaked in black, faces hidden, eyes faintly aglow beneath their hoods. Sermons twist scripture into chains, binding the minds of the devout, while behind the altar, unseen hands tighten their grip on the community's soul. The Sacrament they promise is not salvation, but something far darker-an offering to powers the cross cannot name.

A journal from 1479 warned of beings the world once worshipped as Gods-divine faces hiding devils beneath. When a sinkhole swallows six survivors into ancient catacombs leading to a buried church built for sacrifice, they realize the truth: the Hollow Gods are real, and they don't just hunt... they replace.

A psychological suspense story that follows a young woman as she ascends the staircase in her late grandparents' house. What begins as a simple errand to retrieve a crucifix turns into an encounter with the supernatural and a terrifying revelation about the thin line between the divine and the grotesque. What happens when faith takes a form you cannot comprehend-or escape?

Ben Marchman, an ex-undercover cop who loves the darkweb finds out about a secret facility that earns over a million dollars per year. Ben finds out where the facility is located and breaks in to find out what they exactly do there. And what he finds takes him by surprise.

After a great start in law enforcement a young detective is forced to take a step back into the darkness he once called home. The sleepy town in the north of Ireland wouldn't need him, or so he thought, but is the town sleepy? Overshadowed by the church he spent his childhood in he tries to dig into the solid ground that resists any and all outsiders. And what is watching from above? is it God, or is it something else entirely?