Surrealhorror Stories

Trapped in a surreal and silent cycle, Laura watches her world transform. Familiar objects distort, memories evaporate. When she realizes that no one else sees or recognizes her, she faces the most intimate terror of all: ceasing to exist within herself. The Endless Cycle explores trauma, dissociation, and psychological horror - a descent into a mind struggling to survive as the world begins to disappear.

My own AU Genre: Surreal horror, dark fantasy, psychological drama, smut Pairing: Ages up Other Wybie x Reader Format: 2nd person

***On Christmas night, 19-year-old Kai returns home with her family-warm, safe, and full of holiday memories. But when she finds a strange book hidden behind a wall in the basement, everything begins to unravel. The moment she reads from its pages, something ancient and inhuman is unleashed. Now hunted by a creature that shouldn't exist, Kai must uncover the truth behind the book before reality slips away-and the shadows take her for good.***

Velvet wakes in a cold white room with no memory, a stranger's reflection in the mirror, and a haunting song echoing in her head. Her name, her past, her love-they've all been stolen. Replaced. As whispers follow her through sterile halls and porcelain-faced dolls watch her sleep, Velvet begins to unravel the truth: she is part of a twisted experiment where memories can be erased, rewritten, and sold. The Dread Doctors call it progress. The elites call it salvation. But for Velvet, it's a prison. Hunted by her own clone and betrayed by the man she once loved, Velvet must escape the labyrinth of false lives before she forgets who she truly is. Along the way, a nurse with secrets, a lover with divided memories, and a trail of crimson flowers lead her deeper into a conspiracy that warps love, identity, and time. Because somewhere beneath the lies and layers... She still remembers.

In a labyrinth of endless shelves where every story ever written-or yet to exist-resides, Elara Voss discovers the one book that holds her fate. The Infinite Archive is no ordinary library: its shelves shift, its books breathe, and its secrets demand a price. When Elara finds a cryptic volume foretelling her death at dawn on her 30th year, she embarks on a desperate journey to rewrite her destiny. But as the library's sentient corridors tighten their grip and spectral librarians whisper warnings, she learns that some truths are etched in ink too deep to erase. A haunting tale of obsession, free will, and the terrifying beauty of stories that refuse to stay unwritten.

What starts as another restless night quickly spirals into something far more surreal. After playing anxiety inducing music to help her sleep, she enters a dream unlike any other, a towering hotel room, an uncertain family dynamic, and an absurd reason for being hunted, refusing to walk in a straight line. With her mysterious companions and an unlikely ally in Bruno Mars, she flees through an endless, shifting mall, only to escape into a world that refuses to stay still. As the ground tilts and reality distorts, she finds herself running backward, desperate to undo whatever has gone wrong. But when she finally wakes, something still feels... off. Because the world keeps turning.

I keep having the same dream lately. I am being escorted into a vast room by what appears to be a friend, but I can't remember his face. The room is so vast, and at each end there is a massive door. If I had to guess, there are probably more than 100 doors. I vaguely remember that I was waiting for someone. After a few minutes, all the doors slammed shut with loud bangs. I didn't move for some reason. After a while, I started to panic and proceeded to try them one by one. Now I was banging on each door, making unintelligible loud shrieks because I couldn't open any of them. I was at my wit's end; I kept on banging, but none would budge. Suddenly, all the doors opened. I instinctively backed away a few feet. As I glared through the door, I saw a long, smudged shadow moving across the shiny floor. When I panned around, I could see the same type of shadows on the floor coming out from each door.

A man haunted by trauma begins noticing strange shifts in his reality, always occurring at 3:21 AM. As his identity unravels, his partner, too begins to change. Together, they are pulled into a psychological and metaphysical descent driven by guilt, memory, and shadowy forces that threaten to erase their very selves. The only way out may be through the darkest corners of their pasts - and the mysterious lab that seems to hold the key. Parts might feel too big because each part directly tells the story of each chapter in my book. If you want the complete book, you can DM me.

"Raw Wounds" is a haunting exploration of despair, decay, and the fragile boundary between life and death. Set against the backdrop of a remote forest, the story intertwines visceral body horror with the quiet, suffocating pain of depression. Through vivid imagery and unsettling introspection, it reveals the raw, unhealed scars left by human frailty and emotional isolation. A chilling meditation on the inevitability of decay-both physical and emotional.

CW: Mild descriptions of body horror/maybe gore?/gross icky stuff in general. High Volt had been dispatched on what seemed to be a simple solo mission. Yet only the gods may know what or who he'll find within the jungle. Never thought I would be writing dark fanfiction of something like Skylanders but this idea came to me out of the blue so here we are lmao Loosely inspired by Vita Carnis and "The Thing."

I write horror stories at 4am

In a town too quiet and a house that hums when no one's speaking, a man returns to a life he's been told is his. The journals say he's healing. The therapist said he was ready. The pills have stopped. But the static hasn't. When a forgotten file surfaces, and a name-Raymond Shelton-rattles loose from the past, the voices return. Whispers tucked in margins. Red ink where blue should be. Pages that write themselves. As he dives deeper into Raymond's fractured legacy, guided by torn coordinates and buried confessions, the man begins to question whose memories he carries-and whether the self he trusts is even his at all. Some minds don't break all at once. Some tear thread by thread. This is the story of a descent.

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He has only ever written one book - and he's never been able to write another. When he discovers an old manuscript in his office, he assumes it's just another abandoned idea. But as he reads it, a disturbing patter emerges. The words on the page are eerily familiar, mirroring his own life with impossible accuracy. At first, its coincidence. Then, it starts predicting his actions before they happen. Reality blurs. Memories shifts. And the deeper he reads, the more the world him begins to unravel.

A woman visits a strange world known as the house of a thousand clocks through her subconscious. Few have the ability to travel there, transporting temporarily to this world use to be an inconvience. Now it's a nightmare filled with fantasy and horror.

The mall is empty. The music still plays. Something remembers you.

In his last collection of 2020, EvantheNerd83 delivers what he is most known for- tales that take the mundane, and twists it into nightmares.

A neurotic young woman named Marichilo who, when desperate for a job, winds up being unexpectedly thrust into San Maripilar, a fantastic world full of incredible beasts, unimaginable beings and zany characters. She receives a job at a botanica, where she faces head-on with a colorful cast of talking animals and strange creatures. Unfortunately, Marichilo has quite the terrible case of ghostphobia and is ultimately terrified by the very students and staff she must work with.

A dreamlike field of golden grass turns into a waking nightmare when a silent figure begins to close in with every blink. Trapped in a world where whispers beg for help and the ground itself resists escape, the narrator discovers the awful truth: no one is coming. • "In a dream where every blink brings the darkness closer, the worst terror is realizing you're already alone."

Your pet cat has always been your best friend. But one night, it speaks- And reveals the truth about you that you never wanted to hear.