Historias de Silentterror

It started with a text. A number. A job that paid too much for doing nothing at all. All she had to do was live. Be watched. And never ask why. The cameras were set. The money came in. Silence was the only rule. But silence has a sound. And it follows her. Even now. People look familiar, but she's never met them. Her belongings shift when she's asleep. And sometimes... she sees faces in places no one should be. She ended the job. But the watchers never left. And the strangest part? No one remembers the company. Not even her friend who sent the text. There are no answers. Only eyes. Everywhere.

When Elio arrives in the quiet barangay of Tenebrelis, he thinks he's there to translate old signs, but the signs begin translating him. As an ancient language awakens beneath the soil, shadows begin to speak, masks begin to blink, and the villagers forget how to be human. In Tenebrelis, language is a curse, and every word has a cost. --- https://pin.it/5Xw8mRFAY

Ten women wake up in a seemingly abandoned facility, each with no memory of how they arrived. As they navigate the labyrinthine corridors, they begin to experience disturbing hallucinations, glitches in reality, and fragments of their past resurfacing in ways that defy logic. At first, they believe they are trapped in a deadly game, forced to betray or manipulate each other to survive. But as the bodies start to fall and reality begins to distort, they realize something far worse-they were never meant to escape. Park A Yeong, struggles with a past she can't fully remember, but the deeper she descends into the nightmare, the more she starts to recognize the patterns, the symbols, and the echoes of something familiar. The place itself seems to react to their fears, twisting their minds against them. As alliances shatter and trust crumbles, the survivors uncover a horrifying truth-they have all been here before. Every betrayal, every death, every false escape has happened again and again, each time slightly different, each time leading to the same inevitable end. But this time... Park A Yeong and one other survivor see something the others never did-a faint distortion at the very edge of their vision, a flaw in the illusion. If they can figure out the final piece of the puzzle, they might break the cycle. Unless, of course, the game resets first.

Deep in the remote Uinta Mountains, Grayce Morgan never expected to inherit anything from her estranged uncle-let alone a secluded cabin surrounded by endless miles of wilderness. She arrives intending to clean it up, list it for sale, and leave. But the mountains have other plans. At first, it's the unsettling silence. Then, the strange tracks in the dirt. The eerie sensation of being watched. But when something in the darkness starts calling her name-using the voice of someone she trusts-Grayce realizes she isn't alone. What was supposed to be a simple trip turns into a waking nightmare as she uncovers the terrifying truth hidden in the trees. Something ancient. Something relentless. And it's been waiting for her. With no way out and the shadows closing in, Grayce must decide: will she run, or will she fight? A chilling thriller inspired by folklore and fear, this novel will keep you turning pages long into the night-just don't forget to lock the doors.

"I used to hide in the closet. You think that I am just hallucinating. Why did I see his face? Anyone who saw him would die. How can this be? My hands tremble, my mind keeps playing the tune of a broken record. I want to go home. I am afraid that if I utter a word of fear or even say his name, the monster would find me." The mystery behind images, words, and the voices leads to a horrifying supernatural entity that feeds on the silence of its victims. What is unknown will be discovered, but what is seen, will never be heard of... Based on the nightmare that could change lives.

*The door crack opens* All of them were sleeping in the living room, cold and soft wind caressed them, Chaeyoung yawned as she move aside in sleep. Something were watching them so deeply, Chaeyoung creased her brows as tilted her head up looking in to the darkness, she blinked for two times for a vivid view. There was something peaking from the little opened door. Its eyes was enough clear for her through the door. Chaeyoung widened her eyes as she started to tremble. 'Fuck you Chae close your eyes please please' she mumbled under her blankets, her blankets began to pulled from her, it gently happens. Her heart thumps as the clock ticks so clearly. She closed her eyes so tightened, opened her eyes as she feel something above her face, with a widened eyes she screamed at the view. Chaeyoung's scream boomed in the hallway. Everyone startled as they heard, lights were turned on by Lisa. All they can see is the trembling Chae in front them.

At 11:00 p.m., journalist Elena Ward took a photo that should never have existed. The next morning, the handprint on her window was gone - but the word "Remember" appeared in her own handwriting beneath the glass. As she unravels the connection between twelve missing people, Elena discovers that every story she's ever written has a way of writing her back. Reality begins to fold - memories blur, time reverses, and the line between truth and guilt disappears. Each night, the clock resets. Each morning, the reflection waits. Because truth doesn't die. It remembers.