Scarystory Stories

The Witch of Black Banyan Village is a chilling horror tale about a mysterious village haunted by the spirit of a woman accused of being a witch. When a brave boy named Arjun decides to uncover the truth behind the frightening stories surrounding an ancient banyan tree, he discovers a dark secret hidden for many years. Filled with suspense, mystery, and ghostly encounters, this story shows how fear and false accusations can leave a lasting mark even after death.

A short horror story about a person who works a night shift in the hospital gone wrong, can they escape with their sanity intact? By - Midnight Coffee

🏚️ The Cursed of Haunted Mansion Genre: Horror | Mystery | Short Story Episodes: 3 "Hindi lahat ng bahay ay dapat pasukin. At hindi lahat ng nawawala... ay gusto pang matagpuan." Isang grupo ng magkakaibigan ang nagpasyang pasukin ang isang abandonadong mansion na matagal nang pinaniniwalaang may sumpa. Sa kanilang pagdating, nagsimula nang mangyari ang kababalaghan-pagkawala, multo ng bata, at mga lihim na pilit ibinabaon sa kasaysayan. Habang lumalalim ang gabi, unti-unti nilang natutuklasan na may dahilan kung bakit ang mansion ay nananatiling nakatayo... at nag-aantay. Makakaligtas ba sila? O isa lamang silang dagdag sa mahabang listahan ng mga biktima ng sumpa?

Welcome to A Dreamer's Fiction! This is a collection of the old short stories and happenings that I wrote between the ages of roughly 12 and 18 years old. You'll find a range of genres and quality. From fiction to horror, and absolute written junk to events I actually lived through, and decided to write down. I hope you have as much fun reading my old stories as I do!

My best friend Cass died on a Thursday. Three days later, at 2:47 AM, she sent me a voice note. Eight seconds. Her voice - exact, specific, the texture of eleven years of friendship. She said: "Don't take the 22 bus tomorrow morning." I almost didn't listen. The next morning a 22 bus on North Clark Street in Chicago lost brake function and collided with three parked vehicles. Fourteen people injured. Two critically. I would have been on that bus. More voice notes followed. Each one more personal. More impossible. More accurate than the last. Each one in her voice. The laugh that started before the funny thing finished. The specific way she said my name that nobody else has ever said quite right. Each one knowing things that were never written down. Never texted. Never recorded anywhere. Things only Cass could know. And then I found her notebook. What Cass had written in the six weeks before she died changes everything about what the voice notes were. They were not warnings. ⚠️ Completely standalone horror story. No prior knowledge needed. Full narration on YouTube - ColdPresence. Link in profile. Check your sent voice notes when you finish reading. Make sure you remember sending every single one.

Marcus never told us what the voice said to him in the kitchen wall that night inside the Whitmore Mansion. Not in the hospital. Not in the weeks after. Not in the eight months that followed. He carried it alone. Until 2AM on a Tuesday in August when he finally called me. He told me everything. The warning the voice gave him. The eight months of tapping that followed him home to Tennessee. The night he drove four hours back to a field where a mansion used to stand. The blue candle burning in the dirt where no candle should be burning. And what I found when I drove to his apartment the next morning. Every crucifix on the floor. Face down. Three words on the bathroom mirror. No Marcus. Case number TN-2024-08841. Still open. One of the five people who made it out of the Whitmore Mansion was already hers before we walked in. Marcus knew. I'm still watching the four who are left. I don't know which one is the door. But she does. ⚠️ Part 2 of The Whitmore Mansion series. Read Part 1 first. Full narration on YouTube - ColdPresence. Link in profile. She hears.

Molly is the sweetest 10 year old you'll ever meet. But what visits her isn't. {short story} {warning: contains violence and graphic detail}

Joel Mercer went into the decommissioned Red Line tunnel system beneath Chicago alone on a Friday night in March. He documented everything. He always documented everything. That was his job. His channel. His reason for going in. His GoPro camera was found six hours later on the platform of Station Seven. Still recording. Battery at four percent. Aimed at the tunnel entrance. Joel was not with it. Joel has not been found. I have watched the footage eleven times. What is on it changes every time I watch. Not because the footage changes. Because I keep finding things I missed. Things that were there from the beginning. At timestamp 00:41:33 something appears at the tunnel entrance while Joel's back is turned. It is there for eleven seconds. Then it is not. At timestamp 01:24:08 Joel turns off his headlamp for thirty seconds. In the night vision frame, six feet behind him, something is standing completely still. Six feet. Joel did not know it was there. At timestamp 03:04:17 the footage cuts out for twenty-seven seconds. When it resumes, the camera is sitting upright on the edge of the platform. Aimed at the tunnel entrance. Joel is nowhere in the frame. The Red Line tunnel beneath Chicago was sealed in 1978. The transit authority's internal records document eleven separate worker incidents between 1971 and 1978. Eleven workers. Same tunnel. Same description. Something that watched the trains pass from the darkness. It has had forty-five years of silence. Joel disturbed that silence. ⚠️ Standalone ColdPresence story. Part of the same universe as The Whitmore Mansion and What Marcus Heard. Can be read alone. Full narration on YouTube - ColdPresence. Link in profile. Don't go into tunnels alone.

In which a father accidentally breaks his daily routine... and pays a heavy price for it. *TRIGGER WARNING* (May or may not contain gruesome death scene.)

The following are a collection of short horror stories written by ME. I've been inspired by CreepyPastas and Urban Legends to write these unsettling tales and I am happy to share them with you. Monsters watching you sleep, psychos wanting to skin you alive, demons driving you insane, phenomenons you cannot explain- Situations keeping you up at night, twists making your jaw drop, stories making you want to read more. Welcome to my World of Terror, remember once you walk in there's no going back. If you love it please vote and comment. Note: Some of these stories I'm planning on making REAL CreepyPastas, I'm making this because I don't want individual short stories everywhere. Copyright

On Halloween, Brittany had a really bad day and it kept getting worse and worse. As the day goes on she tries to make the best of it ending with a dare from her friends... read the book to find out what the dare was and how it ended.

Lumpy was born with abnormally large lumps all over his face and body...this is the story of his life

Recently orphaned Iris is on a mission to save her friends and peers from being shipped off to a place known as Pleasure Island. NOTE: Yes, this is related to the "Pleasure Island" from Pinocchio.

Basically each part in this are different stories (if that even makes sense) also these may be less scary then you think.

The description for this was so cringy before OMG but yeah this is just a Lil description I wrote in year 9 (14 years old) for some English homework and decided to post. Enjoy ❤

Nobody in Dehradun goes near Purana Mela Ground after sunset. Five friends did. Inside the abandoned Sheesha Ghar, they found a wooden mask hanging on a rusted nail. As a joke, one of them wore it. By morning, he was dead. They buried the body. They swore never to speak of it again. But the mask remembers every face that looks at it. And it doesn't like being left alone. One by one, the friends begin to die. Strange calls after midnight. A face at the window. Footprints in places no one should be. Because something they left behind is now looking for a new face. And it knows exactly who to choose.

Sometimes, all it takes are two sentences to freak the hell out of you. In the spirit of Halloween, here are my favorite creepy two sentence stories. A/N: I do not own these stories. If the creator is given, then I will post their name.

Kellic. Vic is a 911 operator who gets a call from his husband while on the night shift due to a rather strange happening in their front yard.

These are a bunch of short scary stories you can read some are from Google and some I made up hope you enjoy it!

A series of my short entries from previous prompt contests for horror, mystery, and paranormal genres. | Winning Prompts | #23 | https://www.wattpad.com/711374574-paranormal-prompts-prompt-23-word-prompt #26 | https://www.wattpad.com/719766681-paranormal-prompts-prompt-26-picture-prompt