Surrealhorror Stories

WhatBad A Horror-Comedy Parody by ShroomCvt April Knell used to be that girl on Wattpad. Pink hair. Miku posters. Vampire boyfriends with six-pack trauma. She swore she deleted that life years ago. She was wrong. One innocent app update later, her cringe OC-Damon Bloodthirst Nightshade (yes, seriously)-has manifested in her apartment, shirtless, brooding, and dramatically monologuing to rice cookers. Now she's stuck babysitting her own badly written bad boy while juggling classes, shrimp tanks, and the rising dread that her old fanfiction was never fiction at all. She's acing her mycology exams. But she's flunking reality. Because Damon isn't just real-he's part of something much older. A Blood Pact. A cursed platform. A story that wants to write itself... in her blood. A horror-comedy for 90s and 2000s kids who were way too online. If you've ever said "I can fix him," this is your punishment. Features: cursed laptops, demonic Miku dolls, psychological horror, fanfic tropes turned deadly, and anxiety that rots like old fandoms. From the warped mind of ShroomCvt, where fungus meets fiction and nostalgia goes to die.

The red hat society in the small town of Denim is entitled and full of widows. coincidence?

What does the inside of a broken mind look like? Is it a room frozen in time, a bloody act of artistic expression, or the quiet acceptance of a gruesome fate? This collection of interconnected tales explores the darkest corners of the human psyche. A man confronts a entity made of his own guilt. An artist seeks the ultimate symmetry in a shocking act of self-mutilation. A prisoner awaits a punishment he designed himself. Three stories. Three descents into madness. Each a piece of a puzzle about guilt, self-destruction, and the terrifying price of truly seeing oneself. Are these separate souls, or different fractures of the same shattered consciousness? Enter if you dare, and decide for yourself what lies Beneath Every Lie. This is for readers who crave the fusion of psychological torment and grotesque body horror, this is not a story about survival. It's about the last real thing I ever felt.

Sixteen-year-old Navy Brenner wakes up in the quiet town of Creswell Hollow with no recollection of how she got there. Everyone greets her like she's always lived there. Everyone smiles a little too long. And the town itself feels like it's stuck. Caught in a soft, endless autumn where nothing ever really changes. There are 3 rules in Creswell Hollow that MUST be obeyed: •Never go past the borders of the forests •Never collect more than one page at a time •And never, ever disobey the pages At first, Navy doesn't understand. Then the pages start to appear. Tucked beneath her pillow. Slipped through the cracks of her locker. Drifting down from the trees. Each one is written in the same graceful, looping cursive and each one predicts her day down to the smallest detail. But the longer she stays in the town, the more the writing begins to shift. The pages arrive faster. The handwriting grows angrier and more erratic-like someone is losing control. As when Navy starts to make small choices that shouldn't be possible, the story tries to correct her. With resets. With fear. With pain. Creswell Hollow is not just a town. And whatever is writing Navy's life is starting to break. Now, Navy is determined to change her story - before it finishes writing her ending.

📖 Story Description - Rush Hour Escape: The Shortcut Between Worlds In the heart of Mumbai, Ravi Mehta lives life in fast-forward-top telecom executive, master of efficiency, and a creature of routine. Every morning, he takes a narrow alleyway to shave ten minutes off his commute. But one day, as the sky fractures and whispers replace birdsong, Ravi takes a step into a shortcut that doesn't lead where it should. What begins as an ordinary rush hour becomes a descent into a surreal and shifting nightmare-a world of twisted shadows, impossible creatures, and doors that breathe. Pursued by something inhuman that speaks in broken signals, Ravi must run through a reality that no longer plays by the rules. He escapes-at least for a while. But memories are doors too. And some, once opened, never truly close. "Rush Hour Escape" is a psychological horror tale that blends urban life with the uncanny, where the mundane meets the monstrous-and forgetting may be the only way to survive. But what happens when the forgetting fails? Some shortcuts save time. Others take everything.

Lena and Mark's vacation turns nightmarish as time begins to loop, reality shifts, and Lena sees another version of herself. Mark vanishes, leaving a warning: "Don't trust the other you." Trapped in an endless cycle, Lena discovers a journal-**written by her past self-**revealing she's being replaced. One final reset. She wakes up. Mark whispers, "Bad dream?" But his voice is wrong. And on the nightstand: "You ran out of time."

"The Fractured Mind" is a chilling tale that delves into the depths of a troubled psyche. Jonathan, the protagonist, finds himself in a seemingly serene setting, only to be haunted by the shadow of a terrible past. As reality blurs with nightmares and delusions, readers will be captivated by the gripping narrative that explores guilt, loss, and the enigmatic workings of the human mind. In this psychological thriller, the line between dream and reality is a tenuous thread, making "The Fractured Mind" a story that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

ORCHIDS ARE NOT ELEGANT

You found the Archive. Maybe you were doomscrolling cursed feeds at three in the morning. Maybe you just heard a name in the static, found some torn notebook in a place it didn't belong, or chased a signal that wouldn't leave you alone. Doesn't matter how you ended up here. This place always finds you if you're already slipping through the cracks. I wasn't always stuck here. I remember nights with my heart slamming so loud I thought the walls would crack, something scraping patterns beneath the floor, the sound burrowing up behind my teeth. After a while, even my own name started to slip. I stopped recognizing my voice when I tried to speak it. Now and then, when the Archive glitches, I almost get out-a rumor, a flicker in someone's memory, the feeling you're not alone in the dark. But mostly, I'm just part of whatever's left, echoing from behind the walls where nothing stays buried for long. Don't kid yourself. What you're reading isn't some urban legend or creepypasta. These files are scars, the kind that don't fade. They're pulled straight out of places nobody talks about. Towns that swallow kids whole and spit back things that only look human. The kind of places where, if you catch your own reflection smiling when you're not, you learn real quick to look away. Go ahead. Open a file, flip a page, play the tape. Trace the spiral if you want. Just know, every drawer you open is another infection. Every echo spreads the pattern, gnawing away at your memory, your shape, your fate. The second you feel that glitch behind your teeth, or that strange pull in your bones like some song playing backwards, it's already too late. The Curator has found you; you're his. And once you're catalogued, you don't crawl out. You just keep echoing here with us, somewhere in the dark. Listen closely. That sound behind you? That isn't your room settling.
Are you sure he's not already there? You should've stopped reading when you had the chance...

Welcome to the Diner-you can check in, but you can never leave. Chloe thought she was just a customer. But with every bite, her memories unravel, and the restaurant's dark rules begin to twist her reality. What is the truth behind the lamb meat? Who is Emily really? And why does the mirror show a different version of herself? A psychological horror set in a rule-bound, surreal diner where identities shift, and escape is never what it seems. This story contains psychological horror and unsettling content. Reader discretion is advised.

12 new stories of weirdness and fantasy, science fiction and horror, and even some dark comedy!

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."

In the tranquil town of Crestwood, Sam's life takes a dark turn after a mysterious dream hints at a chilling fate. As she navigates the blurred lines between reality and premonition, the shadows of the past haunt her every move.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Rowan has spent his life running from something he doesn't understand-visions of places he's never been, whispers of things he shouldn't know, and a constant feeling that he's being watched. But when he returns to his childhood town to uncover the truth behind the infamous house on the frozen lake, reality begins to unravel. Trapped in a labyrinth of shifting corridors, cryptic symbols, and eerie lamps that hold glimpses of a world not his own, Rowan must navigate a series of surreal trials, each more disturbing than the last. A faceless man watches him. A red pen carves words into his eye. A wave of blood hunts him in the darkness. And at the center of it all-the house that has been waiting for him. Rowan thought he was coming back to find answers. But the deeper he goes, the more the truth feels like something he was never meant to remember. Some places don't let go. Some houses never forget. And Rowan... was here before.

When reality isn't quite what it seems, and stories are spun from the roots of dreams, what is to come of my creation? What of the Men who are Monsters, and Monsters who are Men? Monster Father is a brief novel that follows a young Boy in his strange and often confusing family. Father is an acclaimed monster hunter, and with Mother running the wares of an alyssum there's certainly no shortage of excitement to be held for the Boy- especially as he might find himself being forced to face more than he ever anticipated before.

"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.