Surrealhorror Stories

Elarque wanted to escape the pressure of his life, but he ended up trapped in a vibrant nightmare: the Dreamcore Plane. ​Under a brilliant sun that is actually a giant eye watching his every move, the rules of survival are simple: if you blink, the world changes. If you fall asleep, you cease to exist. ​Surrounded by the strange objects left behind by those who failed, Elarque must fight his own body to keep his eyes open and find a way out. ​Because here, daylight never ends, and sleep is a death sentence.

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.

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.

Something weird is happening at a high school. I might be the only one who sees it.

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

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...

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.

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."

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.

stories and tales that came out of the unconscious mind of someone's fear and knowledge.

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."

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."

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

I had a dream so weird, I had to write it out like a short horror film. Cannibals, skateboarding on PVC pipe, and the most awkward dog moment in literary history. It's bizarre. It's dark. It's a little funny. You've been warned. This is a work of surreal fiction based on an actual dream. No dogs were harmed. No casseroles were consumed. And I'm fine. Probably.

Read it...

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.

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

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

This is a collection of scenes, snippets, and other random crap I've written down while it's still in my brain. Not sure if I'm gonna turn any of these into full stories but might as well put em out there. Warning: Some of these are disturbing. I like to write horror. Like, a lot :'D