Softhorror Stories

From an artist's nightmare of nothingness, an entity is born. Something impossible. There exists a realm where fears take shape. And Lethe was born in it, a child of emptiness, a Fear too human for the world she belonged. On the banks of the endless Styx, creatures feed on dreams to survive. Lethe found a roof that liked her, guided by outlaws and watched by enemies, she was slowly learning the rules. But the balance was tipping... because a mortal wanted to define biology.

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Virus Extermination Logs is a claustrophobic sci‑fi horror about survival disguised as a night shift. When Alex wakes up locked inside a 24/7 convenience store in the year 2047, he's told he has one job: act normal, serve customers... and exterminate the ones who aren't human. The viruses look almost right. They talk almost right. And every shift, they learn. Armed with a single vial of a substance called The Purge, Alex must spot microscopic flaws-an unnatural walk, a wrong shadow, a smile held too long-before the thing across the counter realizes he knows. Because hesitation doesn't just get him killed. It starts the hunt. As the disguises become perfect and even children are used as bait, Alex begins to wonder whether the store is a prison, a testing ground... or something far worse. And when a delivery arrives with a key meant only for him, one question becomes impossible to ignore: Is Alex exterminating the virus- or is he being trained to become part of it?

He draws snakes. Over and over again. Without knowing why. Kai is quiet, withdrawn - an art student with strange dreams and even stranger eyes. Noa just wanted to focus on her new university project. But then he asks her to collaborate. And suddenly, everything shifts. He barely speaks - but leaves her notes. Notes that begin to change. Words he never said. Thoughts that can't be his. Something is slipping between them. Something from another world. And it drips. Always. Whenever she falls asleep. If snakes could dream - what would they show us?

The Book never forgets. And now, it remembers her. Maren Fields never asked to be part of a story already in motion. But when a red leather notebook appears on her windowsill-etched with her name and pulsing with a strange warmth-her reality begins to shift. The lines between memory and fiction blur, and soon she's writing things she doesn't remember thinking. Seeing people who shouldn't exist. Hearing voices from ink that moves on its own. Across Eastbridge High, the echoes of a forgotten magic stir again. Ava and Lila's story may have ended, but the Book never closed. It waited-for the next girl to hold the pen. And it chose Maren. With the help of Callie, another haunted voice in the margins, Maren must uncover the truth about the Book's origins, the stories it rewrites, and the invisible ink that binds them all. Because this time, the Book isn't just remembering. It's rewriting.

Emile Gray, a normal woman that enjoys her solitude is introduced to a very different life style when she decides to take a trip into the forest. Lost and confused, she allows herself to trust others that play a false facade. Her mind deceived her, while her heart manipulated her.. will she grow to trust no one, or continue to have a open mind and heart.? I wonder where her kindness will get her in this new world..

It's a short kinda cliché story. It's my first to publish out of many I've written. Pleas don't be so harsh

Happy as a child she was despite the peculiarity of her being. Happy as a child she was as she earned riches for the living. Happy as a child she was clueless of the mess. Happy as a child she was when they were still less. Happy a child will she be once the evil started clawing? ***DISCLAIMER -This story contains physical, emotional and mental abuse.

Short story.

When two orphaned girls are lost in the wild, they turn to a family home for shelter. They must fight for a chance to be loved, because the girls have a dark secret.

"It started when I met Sarah, that was in what, maybe when I was around four years old..." I started, noticing she had already started to write. I had just realized I had never shared with anyone of how and when I had met her. It wasn't that big of a story, but she was still my best friend." ... Anyways, as we grew up, we found ourselves in more and more crazy stories like that one. It was a curse we had. If you found us together, you'd better run away.

A young man wakes up to discover he is no longer part of the living world-yet he never truly left it. Trapped between presence and absence, Alfred becomes a silent observer of time, watching his family move on, disappear, and be replaced while he remains fixed in a forgotten room that slowly erases itself. As years pass without mercy, reality begins to fracture, and the line between existence and illusion starts to collapse. What remains is a question he cannot escape: Was he ever truly gone... or has he never truly been alive?

She isnt broken. Not falling apart. Just slightly removed from everything that is supposed to feel real. Her friends notice the distance, even if they cannot name it. Her life continues anyway messages, conversations, laughter in the right places. She learns how to perform being present well enough that no one asks too many questions. But inside, there are gaps. Moments where time doesn't connect properly. Reflections that feel unfamiliar. Thoughts that arrive without permission and leave without explanation. And then there is him. Not someone who saves her. Not someone who understands her. Just someone who exists in a way that feels steady enough to notice. As her perception of reality begins to fracture in ways she cannot fully describe, she tries to fit in to normal life friends, routine, silence, anything that still responds to her. But some experiences do not ask to be understood. They only ask to be endured. And not everything that feels like it is disappearing was ever fully there to begin with.

Snow falls. Magic stirs. And even in the dark, everything holds. Set in the Echoes of the Night universe, this holiday novella follows a small found family in Pittsburgh through a strange, quiet Christmas night. The power goes out. Shadows move. Something curious and gentle slips through the dark - not to hurt, but to learn. There are soft jokes and burnt cookies, flickering tree lights, and a blackout that doesn't bring fear so much as wonder. Magic hums, not hungry or cruel, but warm and attentive, as if the night itself is listening. This is a story about chosen family. About safety found by touch instead of light. About the rare kind of magic that doesn't demand sacrifice - just trust. Cozy, softly eerie, and full of heart. Perfect for readers who love: 🕯 soft horror 🖤 found family ❄️ winter vibes ✨ gentle magic 🌙 emotional, character-driven stories *Author Note* "If you're enjoying this, leave a comment - I read every one."

Sarah was once a normal girl until on Halloween night something drastic happened. Now sleeping in graveyards she looks for revenge.

Vey's just trying to survive a classic alley chase. Then the monster takes off its mask. It's her. The director yells "Cut." Now she's stuck in a rerun of herself, wrist tagged with a barcode, haunted by a memory she wasn't supposed to keep. She remembers. Not everything. Just one name. Solin. And that's when the system starts to glitch. ik. yk. If you know, you know.

After what was basically WWIII, a nuclears heavy wars the world is plunged into a permanent chemical induced winter for the foreseeable future. This particular account follows tye character Deseray Momoko and a group of scavengers who allowed her into there group.

Sa gitna ng isang liblib na balete tree sa Pilipinas, may mga kwentong matagal nang kinatatakutan ng mga tao-mga multo, mga nilalang sa dilim, at mga alamat na paulit-ulit na binubulong sa mga takot na bata. Pero sa likod ng lahat ng iyon, may katotohanang walang nagsasabi. Hindi sila nakakatakot. Pagod sila. Isang White Lady na na-assign sa maling puno at hindi pa rin alam kung paano siya napunta roon. Isang Kapre na matagal nang nakaupo sa parehong sanga, higit pa sa buhay ng mga taong natatakot sa kanya. Isang Tikbalang na hindi sigurado kung siya ba ay alamat, pagkakamali, o identity crisis na nagkatawang nilalang. Sa pagitan ng mga dumadaang turista, nagvi-video na bata, at mga usap-usapang urban legend, unti-unting mabubuo ang isang lihim na hindi dapat nalalaman ng mundo: Ang mga "nakakatakot" na nilalang sa balete tree ay hindi pala mga halimaw. Sila ay mga nilalang din na naghahanap ng pahinga, pagkakakilanlan, at katahimikan sa mundong matagal nang ginawang alamat ang kanilang pagod. At sa bawat liham na kanilang isinusulat, unti-unting mababago ang tanong ng lahat: Ano ba talaga ang mas nakakatakot-ang mga multo... o ang mga kwentong ginawa tungkol sa kanila?

🌒 Vibe: Dark fantasy Mystery and magic Coming-of-power theme Touch of horror / gothic atmosphere little romance 🧬 Main Character: Name: Elaris (pronounced Eh-luh-riss) - rare, beautiful, and sounds almost like a forgotten spell Age: 16-17 Lives in a world almost like ours - but there are strange rules in her town no one talks about (e.g., no mirrors at night, always lock your window before sunset, never go near the old church). But she's not like the others. Story Premise: Her small town has long suppressed "old magic" She starts seeing strange things - reflections moving on their own, voices calling her real name (which she's never heard before), symbols burning into her skin Turns out... she is the last daughter of a forgotten bloodline, prophesied to bring back the old powers that the world tried to erase She's being hunted by a secret order, and guided by a cursed boy who can't touch anyone - but seems drawn to her

my first story, so may not be written as well as I would like it to be. this story follows your mind through different worlds and doors filled with mad gods, peaceful field's and unexpected appearances. be prepared to be taken by the hand and delved into the right to die.