Истории Skin-walker

A man went missing on November 10th, 1977. His friends sensed that something was wrong with his disappearance, so they decided to search for him. One of his friends, Dylan, began hearing a strange voice. However, the voice was helping him? This my first story so it's a bit all over the place but I tried to make things make sense

A family travels to visit Grandpa Joe in the isolated town of Franklinton, unaware that he's been cursed by something lurking in the forest. After a horrifying encounter with a twisted, laughing deer, Grandpa Joe transforms into a monstrous, starving creature guided by a sinister voice that manipulates him into luring his loved ones into danger. As the family arrives for what they think is a peaceful vacation, they step straight into a nightmare that began in the dark woods.

Scott Morton is a hunter. And it's not the type you are thinking about. Alexander Daniels is also a hunter. He has alot of crazy going on in his life. What type of hunters are they? Oh, well. The supernatural kind. (Read at your own risk, the author, nor the characters shall take responsibility for your feelings)

If there's something weird In your neighbourhood Who you gonna call?

A crossover fanfiction queer erotica and science fiction novel for gay men who reject the idea that someone else has to lose for them to feel alive. What happens to our favorite characters when they leave their worlds? What does the after life look like? Is it a place of reward and punishment or something more? What happens if someone witnesses everything you are and chooses to stay?

"My shift ends around five, if you'd like to know why this quiet town is anything but quiet, go ahead and stop by once I get home. Until then, try not to answer the door, ignore the crying coming from the woods, and by no means should you accept the gift of a red thread if it appears on your kitchen windowsill." (Y/N) (L/N) had a pretty normal life. College drop-out who moved to the suburbs, she didn't think her life could turn around so quickly. But then she finds out that she's the prime target to all the creatures living there. In turn, she becomes a target of an underground group that controls the population of the creatures haunting this town.

Grupa przyjaciół wybiera się na kilkudniowy camping w lesie w górach Appalachy. Spacerują po wyznaczonych ścieżkach do momentu, w którym zauważyli, że śledzi ich dziwnie wyglądający koń. Wbiegli w głąb lasu, kompletnie gubiąc szlak. Jedno po drugim znika w odmętach ciemnego lasu. Tydzień po ich zaginięciu, grupa poszukiwawcza rozpoczyna przeszukiwanie każdego zakamarka obszaru, w którym grupa najprawdopodobniej przechodziła. Znajdują wiele, ale czy zaprowadzi ich to do zaginionych przyjaciół? Czy oni w ogóle jeszcze żyją? Co się w tym lesie stało?

-Completed- Ranked #10 in Divisons on 6/10/2019 When I was younger my mother would tell me stories, and not stories about true loves kiss or fairy godmothers; no, unlike most parents my mother was honest, she didn't lie to her children. It was one of the many things that I loved about her and one of the many things I hated. For years every night, I would beg for her to let the princess live and let the dragon die but she never listened. I'm glad she didn't, she was preparing me. Preparing me for this moment because you see though the seven dwarves and flying boys didn't exist in the real world there was one thing that each story got right, one thing that wasn't just a tale... the monsters. They were everywhere even when you couldn't see them, you felt them. The feeling of someone staring you down, the chills on the back of your neck, those weren't coincidences or cold gusts of wind. Those were us. They were happening and you ignored them. Why do you think when you turned the light off in one room you race to another where it's still on? Why you make sure to cover your feet with the blankets at night? Or why you pull back the shower curtains when you're taking a shit because you fear that someday someone might actually be standing behind them? Waiting for you. Waiting for you to stop noticing, caring, trying. This is not just your fear, well part of it is, but the other parts are because you remember. You remember experiencing this in some way, we just got you to forget. Because everyone forgets about us eventually. I mean it's pretty obvious what we are isn't it? Vampires, demons, bloodsuckers; god, I hated the word. The problem was we weren't the only monsters that shared this place with you. There were many more of us; werewolves, skinwalkers, witches, golems. We all existed, we all just knew how to exist. Monsters have been around before we even knew how to tell their stories.

When shy writer Clairah retreats to a secluded, snow-covered cabin with her loyal service dog, Nugget, she hopes to break through her writer's block and find solace from her PTSD. But the isolation soon takes a sinister turn. Strange noises in the night, phantom footsteps in the snow, and eerie encounters blur the line between her imagination, her new medication's side effects, and something far darker. After a chance meeting with Eric-a dangerously handsome and enigmatic stranger who seems to know too much about the cabin's history-Clairah begins to unravel secrets that defy reason. As her attraction to Eric deepens, so does her unease. He's intoxicating yet unsettling, his presence stirring both desire and fear. When Nugget's behavior becomes erratic and Clairah faces terrifying apparitions, she must confront the chilling truth: Eric may not be who-or what-he seems. Caught in a web of lust, danger, and the supernatural, Clairah must decide if her connection to Eric is worth risking her sanity-or even her life. ©️All Rights Reserved

"My brother and I hit a deer on our drive to The Cliff Lodge in Snowbird, Utah. The poor creature scampered back into the woods after the impact and my brother being the animal lover he is, went after it to put the creature out of its misery. It's been nearly an hour and he hasn't returned." _______________________________________ ☆☆This is a creative nonfiction short story I wrote that won me a spot as a finalist in my college's literary awards contest ☆☆

This is like my journal... I have this journal I write ideas and short stories in and I've decided to put them here. I'll add tags for each story I decide to put in here.

You have just been married for three days, then got the sad news after your husband disappeared for two days, he was found dead and today is the day of his funeral.* *At night you are alone, suddenly the power goes out, you intend to go out to check the electricity... your breath catches as you recognize the face staring at you from the bottom of the stairs, it is your husband's face.* *the light from the street below casts strange shadows on the man's face, he looks very real, his feet tread on the floor.* *Your mind races with the latest news about skin walkers. The stories claim that these creatures can take the form of a human or the last victim killed, mimicking their behavior and mannerisms.* **"I'm home my wife.. sorry I'm late "** *his voice is flat and his eyes don't blink* •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°°•°•°•°•° One Shoot ✨ #jungkook #jungkookff #y/n #skinwalker #oneshoot #girl×boy #mature 😉hope you al like it

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First Neal must find his mate whom he's dreamt about several times now, then he must help her learn about her family and then fight to keep her safe... A story about a boy with too much charm, that is truly a hopeless romantic, and looking for his mate. A mate who he soon finds out is full of secrets and she doesn't even know she has! It's a mix of werewolf fiction and teen fiction unlike any other! No vampires, or cliche fantasy, follow along the ups and downs of Neal and his mate's life. It will remind you of the awkwardness and happiness of first love. So will his mate open up in the end and fall for him? Or will he be let down? There's only one way to find out... Thanks to @cancersurvivors for my cover! If you want one check them out on instagram at bookscoverswp Text copyright©AllisonMakayla (@justateentyping) TM ~Watty Awards~ Started: October 30, 2014 (Maybe) Finished: December 13, 2014 (In editing)

Emi Nuik isn't human. She isn't supernatural either. In fact, her family are Skinwalkers; creatures that steal the skin of others to hide their ugliness on the outside. After living in Denver, Colorado for 5 years, her family is forced to move to Santa Carla, California, also known as the Murder Capital of the World. Upon moving there, she has an encounter with the boys who think they own the town, but they've got another thing coming. Cover being made

this story sucks but I was bored and wanted to test my writing skills