Uncanny Stories

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.

Alix Kubdel's future version wants to train and guide her past self on the power of the Rabbit Miraculous. Little does she realize is that she's going to become a lot more than that than friends with her past version. In fact, she's going to have a very special mother/daughter bond. However, when a new all powerful villain threatens not just time, but the alternate universe too, this duo will embark on a very epic question while discovering new allies and weird enemies.

For the open novella contest, this is a story about a young girl who wakes up in the small town of Star Dew. The scenery is nice. The town's people are friendly. But she has no memories of how she got there. And things get surreal when she tries to leave town but is looped back in. Her only clue is a purple iris that glows in her dreams.

What would you do if you woke up one day to find the whole world frozen? Every person, car, plant, animal - birds suspended mid flight, people mid step, cars at a complete standstill on usually busy highways. When Nate wakes up in a seemingly ordinary Tuesday he is met with these scenes of complete confusion. He is left alone to question why only he can move? Why the planet is on pause all of a sudden? And how it can be fixed?

Liliana is a skilled operative, but reluctant-pulled back into the nightmarish and surreal world of the Backrooms, a labyrinth where reality bends and horrors hide in every shadow. Tasked with finding missing scientists who vanished while exploring the mysterious Complex, she joins a team of specialists: Zona, sharp and unflinching; Owen, sarcastic but capable; and Pepper and Poppy, steady and resourceful. Their first challenge: Level 0-the endless yellow hallways with damp, squelching carpets, flickering fluorescent lights, and a metallic, musty stench that seeps into their bones. Loops, false exits, and unsettling noises toy with their senses, while a lurking entity-tall, thin, and unnervingly noodle-like-hunts anything that moves. Forced to hide in a cramped vent, the team discovers a hidden room once inhabited by a girl named Violet. Dusty blankets, neatly lined almond water bottles, fairy lights, and dozens of meticulously kept notebooks reveal her desperate struggle to survive. One journal holds a single crucial entry, describing how she "noclipped" from school into the Backrooms-and learned its deadly rules. Her guidance becomes an invaluable map through the madness. With Violet's notes and her own experience, Liliana quietly takes command, guiding the team through twisting, hazardous corridors where every sound, shadow, and smell could mean death. Each step deeper into the labyrinth tests their strategy, trust, and courage, as survival depends on skill, nerves, and the will to face the unimaginable. Suspense, horror, and surrealism collide in a story that will grip readers from the first page, pulling them into a world where the rules of reality no longer apply-and escaping may not even be an option.

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.

"Every night, it rings... and what would happen if one day you answered, only to hear your own voice on the other end?" In the quiet halls of a lonely dormitory, an old black rotary phone refuses to stay silent. No one else hears it. No one else believes him. But each unanswered call weighs heavier on Ren's mind, pulling him further into paranoia. The more he tries to ignore the sound, the closer the darkness creeps-whispering truths that may be better left unheard. ⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains themes of psychological distress, unsettling imagery, and strong words/slurs, which may be disturbing to some readers. Discretion is advised.

A collection of Letters, Emails, Diary entries and more documentation found in the town of Woodland, MA after the incident. The Massachusetts Town and Counties Historical Society has gathered these items in hopes of shedding some light on the horrific events which transpired in Woodland, MA in the winter of 1994.

It's just a school hallway. At least, that's what it looks like. But the doors don't lead where they should. And no matter how far she walks... she keeps ending up back where she started.

THE MOST 𝐷𝐼𝑆𝐺𝑈𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺𝐿𝑌 G̩̱ͩ̏͜R͉̜̎͡͠I̍̅̀̎̊M͉̅ͮ͒ͤ SHORT HORROR STORIES! ❀✵💤🍌 ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵉᵃˡ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᶦ ʷᶦˡˡ ⓕⓘⓝⓓ ʸᵒᵘ 🔪

Where should I start... I was always ignored, left out, and unloved my entire life. It's easy to live like this until you realize how loved the people around you are. And you're all by yourself sitting alone, hoping you'll find at least one person who you can trust. Who won't mind how much struggle you're going through every day. The absense of a friend slowly makes you go insane without you even realizing.

The Witch's circus is in town, and you've got the best seat in the house! We only come around once in your pitiful, mortal lifespan. We've got feral beasts and feral children, knife-eaters and fire-feasters. We have fortunes guaranteed to come true! We have magic mirrors and a Carousel that's been spinning longer than you've been alive! Gorge yourself with our tragically addictive popcorn, chow down on our candy apples, cotton candy, and feast on funnel cake! Just make sure you follow our rules while you're here: Keep your ticket on your person at all times... if you value your freedom. Do not feed the beasts (or the performers, for that matter)... if you value your hide. Do not overstay your welcome... if you value your life. Cover by @Ever_Winter WINNER of the first annual Storyteller Awards fantasy division! Highest rank: #10 in fantasy

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What was supposed to be a late walk back home from a friends house turned out to be the last walk of life. ............................................................................ -I try to make it gender neutral so feel free imagine the characters gender or even them how ever you want (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠) ___________________________________________ ⚠️Warning⚠️ -Swears/bad words. -Disturbing contents. -Dramaticness. -Tiny-tiny mention of Pedophilia. -Uncanny Events. -Blood. -Reference of a song (I don't mean it as a trigger or offence or hate to anyone or the singer.) ___________________________________________ Hey there! This is a new story which is a short story (its my first time in writing a short story, so let me know how it is.) Anyway, This story belongs to me {Agent heir} or I also go by {Heirs} so please don't repost or clam it as your own. few things; -The story is a pure Fiction, so please don't take it seriously. -The cover does not belong to me. -English is not my first language so sorry if there is any mistake and grammar mistake or weird writing and weird meaning behind a word/sentence or etc. ^^'/ -I don't mean to offend anyone or anything from my work. -I write for fun and because I like to write. That's it for now have a good day, afternoon, evening, night, midnight, early morning and year. :) Bye-Bye. __________________•Heirs•______________

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 story 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 short story collection, from the reflection of a song through the mirror of a dream. All rights reserved © 2024 by the Estate of LYNNEZK The right of LYNNEZK to be identified as author of this work has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998 This book is published subject to the condition that it shall not, by way be republished, sold, printed, translated, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent publisher.

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?

A dot wakes up to find itself in a white, blank area that seems to stretch on for miles. It doesn't know how it got there, and it can't remember anything at all. As it explores the vast landscape it finds itself trapped in, it starts to regain more of its forgotten memories, and finds out what the place actually is. Soon it had only one objective - escape.

My first real life encounter with an evil entity.

Two polar opposites put in an unlikely situation on a train, unfurl the traumatizing events of the night prior, events that no one else on the train recall. In there Investigations they quickly realize there is more to this mystery than what meets the eye. Will they be able to figure out what happened, or will it come to them before they find it?