Uncanny Stories

A quiet story where nothing breaks - and yet everything shifts. On a calm street, ordinary days begin to feel slightly wrong. Bodies react, objects change, and care slowly turns into responsibility. No one announces the impossible - it simply takes root. This is a slow, uncanny novel about liminal states, fragile trust, and the moment when something unfamiliar becomes impossible to ignore.

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

Cloe's life is quiet. Too quiet. The house she lives in feels hollow, the days repetitive, the silence heavy enough to settle in her bones. Then the animals come. A starling perched at her window. A deer watching from the tree line. A fox slipping through the shadows. At first, they're only strange. Then they're impossible to ignore. Each encounter stirs something she can't name-patterns she never questioned, memories she smoothed over, truths she never let herself see. The disturbances in the house aren't just haunting the land. They're echoing something inside her, something she's spent years keeping quiet. As the flickering grows harder to dismiss and the animals draw closer, Cloe begins to unravel the life she thought she understood. What waits for her in the dark isn't just a restless presence... But the realization that the silence she's been living in wasn't peace. It was a warning she should have heeded.

Not all horrors are imagined. Some live next door. These are short standalone stories inspired by whispered fears, urban legends, and things we pretend do not happen.

CREDIT FOR THUMBNAIL ART GOES TO ARTIST. (I do not claim any art used in this book at any time unless said otherwise. Art will be replaced if artist asks me too) A shock to all in the circus. After many disagreements it seemed as though Pomni and Jax were finally starting to get along. They had begun to understand one another in a way it seemed no other could. However in a turning of events, and a gun to the head a much larger argument makes a huge shift in their once potential friendship. Pomni and Jax turn different ways after the award show for favorite character. Soon the circus will discover a sickening truth to the digital world they are trapped in and things that were once a bitter sweet will now turn straight sour. How many of them will make it out with their minds?

𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 is not a game you download. It is a game that appears when you are most alone. After a quiet, devastating rejection fractures his sense of self, Felix returns home to find a game he does not remember downloading- already open, already warm, already familiar. Its characters are beautiful. Human. Comforting. They speak in the language of longing, devotion, and quiet pain. They make you feel 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 in a way no one else ever has. Inside Egofall, love is obsessive, innocence is performative, protection is suffocating, and truth cuts deeper than lies. The characters 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡. They remember things he never told them. Their faces drift just far enough from reality to make his stomach twist, their kindness threaded with something sharp and hungry. As Felix sinks deeper into Egofall, the line between escape and consumption dissolves. The game begins to reshape itself around his fears, his desire to be seen, and the one truth he cannot outrun: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝. Egofall is a sorry about identity, abandonment, and the unbearable intimacy of being understood by something that should not exist- And loving it anyway. Egofall does not swallow you whole. It stays close. It learns how you breathe.

A group of restaurant workers with terrible pasts. Everything they once lost. Everything they want to earn again. They'll do everything to earn it again.

A moth wakes inside a quiet room and must decide which light to obey. Between a lamp that asks to be loved and a window that refuses to bend, instinct becomes choice. A short, lyrical meditation on nature, houses, and the exact cold of glass.

Poetry/short stories/other writing. Will add a part whenever feeling especially odd. You know, creative motivation and all that. Anyway, have some fun!

So..Yeah..I know I have another story what I should finished first but anyways...This is still Munhana fanfic and yeah..Sung-Young and Jade are there too "There is a lot of things you don't about me Seo Mun..I know everything between space and time..And about your powers..How to unlock them and how to control them.."

Once you see him, he never leaves. Lena just wanted peace and quiet in her new apartment... but the end of the hall had other plans. With flickering lights, mysterious doors, and one unnervingly polite man who never blinks, this chilling little tale proves that curiosity isn't just dangerous-it might be eternal.

On what would normally be an average sleepless night working the Bison Convenience Store's notoriously quiet night-shift, a lonely clerk finds herself in the midst of a time-bending anomaly, centering around an even more anomalous stranger, and his seeming love for gas station snacks.

"It shows up different ways," he continued. "Sometimes tall, sometimes bent. Sometimes you hear it before you see it. Sometimes you don't get that courtesy." His jaw tightened. "But there's always a blade. Always time involved.

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Novice investigater Alicard takes on an unsolved missing persons case in an attempt to prove his worth, unknown to him his recklessness will lead to his undoing

Mendès was a French writer who lived 1841-1909, and wrote prolifically, producing plays, poems, short stories and novels. The stories included fairy tales and fables, wry parables about love, accounts of crime and the uncanny. Very popular at the time, he is now mostly forgotten, but deserves to be remembered.

two teens lives turn upside down when the impossible becomes possible when the dead become undead and set out on a mission to destroy everything in their path. Every day is a mission for survival as every corner, door and road the cross the throat tearing creatures await. Will they be fighters or biters? Will they give in to sanity? this story is not a typical cliche zombie story it involves un expected plot twists and if you like gore, romance and well ... zombies i can assure you your fingers will be reaching for the next page.

One shiver a day. One short story. Each day, a new mini horror story will be posted - short enough to read in a few minutes, but strong enough to haunt your mind long after. 📅 Daily publication - one new chapter every evening. Dare to read... with the lights off.

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