Slowburnhorror Stories

No one notices when it starts. That's the point. This isn't a story about monsters, ghosts, or violence. It's about attention - and what happens when it becomes unnecessary. Each chapter changes something small. Not in the world. In you. There is no twist. There is no explanation. And nothing here needs to be watched to continue. You don't have to keep reading. But most people do.

Weirdmageddon ended. Bill Cipher was erased. Gravity Falls was supposed to be safe. But some things don't disappear - they wait. When Dipper Pines stumbles upon a forgotten cave hidden deep in the forest, he finds a mural that should not exist: a triangular, one-eyed figure surrounded by fire, blood, and kneeling silhouettes. Carved into stone are words no one remembers writing: IN ΘΨ ΑΞΕΙΝΑΔΣ After touching the mural, Dipper is marked. Not possessed. Not chosen. Branded.

Elias is an ordinary young man living a quiet, simple life in the foggy town of Greyhaven. He loves books more than anything and finds comfort in their silence and stories. One evening, by sheer chance, he discovers a mysterious black book hidden among his familiar collection. Its presence subtly disturbs his reality, introducing whispers, strange shadows, and a feeling of being watched. Though nothing overtly supernatural occurs yet, the discovery hints at a hidden world beyond ordinary perception. As Ethan navigates his daily life, the book quietly begins to pull him toward mysteries he does not yet understand.

Most kids fear the dark. They check under their beds or peek into their closets. Convinced that a monster is waiting to pounce. My childhood friend was no different- she swore something lived in her closet. But I've never been afraid of the creature's children imagine in the night. The reason why I hesitate to turn out the lights isn't because of shadows or whispers in my room. It's because I know there are far worse monsters than the ones we dream up in childhood. These monsters don't hide in closets or under beds. They don't vanish when the lights are on. They walk among us. They smile, they speak, and they pretend to be just like us. These monsters aren't deterred by sunlight or locked doors. Security systems don't scare them, and rules don't bind them. They strike when you least expect it, their presence lingering long after they've gone. And once you know they exist- once you've seen them- you can never unsee them. This isn't a story about childhood fears or imaginary creatures. This is a story about the monsters we avoid speaking of, the ones that live not in the shadows, but in plain sight.

I came here because I needed help. They said it was temporary. They said I could leave whenever I wanted. They were calm. They were kind. They never forced anything. Everyone says this place is good for people like me. Everyone says I'm doing better. Everyone says I'm safe here. And the worst part is- I think they might be right.

They didn't contact everyone. Just me. They knew what I liked before I said it. They fixed things I never asked to fix. They spoke to me like I already belonged. No one says it's mandatory. No one says it's permanent. But I've started to notice something. People who don't fit stop being mentioned. And no one remembers when they left.

When reclusive novelist Bianca Thorne retreats to her late grandmother's cabin deep in the snow-covered woods, she's seeking silence - a place to write, to forget, to rebuild. The locals warn her the forest isn't kind to outsiders, but Bianca isn't an outsider. The cabin has been in her family for generations. At first, the isolation feels almost peaceful. Until the nights stretch too long, and the trees start whispering her name. Pages she doesn't remember writing appear on her desk. The air tastes of metal. And the townsfolk who once seemed so kind - the shopkeeper, the sheriff, the woman who brings her supplies - start showing up uninvited, asking strange, quiet questions about her writing. As the blizzard closes in, Bianca realizes she's not alone out there - and that the people she trusted may not be people at all. Something ancient, bound to her bloodline and the woods themselves, is waiting for her to finish the story it began. Because the cabin doesn't just want her words. It wants her.

The Foundation has contained gods before. This one was never meant to be understood. When the SCP Foundation exhausts every scientific model, every memetic safeguard, and every containment protocol, they turn to something older. They turn to Lord Blackwood. Summoned as an external consultant, Blackwood is asked to accompany a classified research team investigating SCP-001-an entity buried beneath conflicting records, fractured myths, and deliberate misinformation. Known in suppressed texts as the Scarlet King, SCP-001 is not contained by walls or weapons, but by denial, ritual, and the careful destruction of truth. As the team pushes closer to clarity, Blackwood recognizes the pattern too late. Containment has become repetition. Research has become ritual. And the Foundation may have built the very kingdom this god requires. This is not a story about stopping the Scarlet King. It is about realizing what it costs to keep him quiet. Containment Status: Ongoing Reader discretion advised. This work is inspired by the SCP Wiki and is written under the Creative Commons license. It is a work of fiction and interpretation.

🌿 The Peepal Tree Behind Our House In my village, death is not the end. It is only a pause. When Aarav returns to his ancestral home after his grandmother's sudden death, he expects grief, rituals, and silence. What he doesn't expect are rules-rules no one explains, rules no one dares to break. The back door must stay open at night. Bodies are not taken for cremation before sunrise. And no one looks at the Peepal tree behind the house after midnight. They say it's just a tree. They say it protects the village. But trees don't whisper names in the dark. And they don't knock. As buried secrets surface and forgotten sacrifices demand remembrance, Aarav must uncover the truth behind the Peepal tree-before it decides he belongs to it. Because in this village, the dead listen... and the living pay the price. 🕯️ Genre: Indian Folk Horror | Supernatural | Mystery | Psychological 🧿 Themes: Village secrets • Old rituals • Curses • Fear of tradition • Ancient bargains 🔖 Suggested Wattpad Tags: #IndianHorror #FolkHorror #VillageHorror #PeepalTree #Supernatural #DarkMystery #CursedVillage #HorrorStory #IndianFolklore #SlowBurnHorror

Forgotten Lights (Psychological Horror) Once a child star, now a forgotten face, Liana struggles to rebuild her life in the cold streets of Seoul. But when mirrors start to whisper and shadows move on their own, she realizes the past isn't finished with her. Alongside Kinn, a kind-hearted stranger, Liana uncovers the dark history of a burned-down studio and a broken promise to a girl who never truly died. Now, trapped between guilt and terror, Liana must face the horrors she left behind - or be consumed by them forever.

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.

What if luck wasn't a blessing but a curse that isolates you from everything you truly value? Edward "Luckless" Lockless has spent decades as the university's janitor, beloved by everyone despite his legendary bad luck. When colleagues surprise him with an expensive metal detector for his birthday as an ironic joke he laughs. But finding a mysterious carved meteorite changes everything. Suddenly, Edward's luck transforms dramatically-money flows, opportunities appear, and he acquires wealth beyond his wildest dreams. Yet with each stroke of fortune, he loses something far more precious: the genuine connections and love that once made his life meaningful. As his former best friend Professor Taho Stormluck becomes obsessed with claiming the artifact as rightfully belonging to his people, Edward must confront a terrible truth-some gifts come with a price too heavy to bear. An exploration of fate, friendship, and the true nature of fortune that asks: Is it better to be burdened by luck?

By Amanitalis Beyond the Living When a young man's childhood friend vanishes without a trace, the only clue left behind is a diary filled with strange entries-entries about a girl no one's ever seen and walks that blur the line between night and nightmare. Driven by obsession, the reader follows the trail to an abandoned graveyard deep in the Appalachian woods, where time slips, reality thins... and the river never forgets. Some people leave. Others never really do.

Alice doesn't feel like she belongs-at home, at school, or anywhere at all. One night, everything changes. Alone and searching for a way out, she finds herself in a place far more terrifying than she could have imagined. A place full of monsters. A place full of secrets. A place you don't escape from. The Pit Below is a slow-burning, atmospheric horror story about pain, survival, and what's waiting in the dark.

When Jayla moves back home, she notices her mother's smile is... wrong. Too wide. Too still. And in the mirror, her face isn't the same at all. Everyone says she's imagining things, but the house feels different-doors shift, shadows follow, and her mother talks to someone who isn't there. Jayla came home to help her mother. Now she's not sure she'll make it out.

The hallway was empty. But the silence had weight. When Élyne stepped into the abandoned building, she thought it was just a dare. A hallway. A few cracked tiles. Nothing more. Until the space bent around her. Until her breath didn't feel like her own. Until she realized the walls weren't just watching - they were waiting. Now she's back in her apartment. But her room feels... off. Her reflection lags. Her closet shifts. And the doorknob changed sides last night. She didn't bring anything back. She thinks.

> Alyssa is just another overworked nanny in Houston-changing diapers, dealing with tantrums, and trying to make rent one babysitting gig at a time. But everything changes when she gets a call from a wealthy family with a strange request: spend a week watching their kids in an ancient Gothic mansion miles outside the city. The house is massive. Beautiful. Creepy. And haunted. Inspired by The Haunting of Hill House, this slow-burning horror story follows Alyssa as her normal life spirals into the paranormal. What begins as a lucrative babysitting job turns into something far more terrifying-because not all children are innocent, and not all mysteries are as simple as they seem... And this is just the beginning.

It's common knowledge that Tatum Rose was responsible for their deaths. No one is wondering what caused her death. --- Seventeen-year-old Tatum's story starts to unfold like a ripped bandage, quickly and unforgiving. A missing mom. A poisoned drink. A fight gone lethal. And the visions that become a reality. They will call her delusional, They will call her psychotic. But Tatum knows the truth - the fear of having no control.

Every day, she wakes up and watches her children smile. Every night, they die in her arms. This is the story of a mother trapped in a loop of grief, love, and something far older than death.

Lydia never thought much of sage or spirits, until the night Jade sent her a voice memo: "Something feels wrong in the house. Heavy. Can you bring that sage stuff you always use?" What Lydia finds is far worse than bad energy. People start forgetting things. Shadows don't stay where they should. And Jade... Jade isn't always Jade anymore. As reality begins to crack and disappear, Lydia must face the unthinkable: what if the thing haunting her loved ones doesn't want to hurt them... but replace them? Look too long, and you'll lose your mind. A psychological horror about identity, grief, and the monsters that wear your face. ©AudreyAntonia; Nothing may be used elsewhere without my written permission. I own the copyright at all times.