Historias de Uncanny

During the height of a falling economy, another species of human calling themselves "Homo mutabilis" emerges. Their plan is simple: capture, manipulate, and force their victims, "Homo sapiens", to become more like them. The method? We're unsure, and they most likely won't stop anytime soon. However, after digging deeper into the many organizations and cults that are "suddenly" making an appearance all around the globe, the Homo mutabilis might be the last thing we have to worry about...

Liliana, a skilled but reluctant operative, is pulled back into the mysterious and dangerous world of the Backrooms, a surreal and endless labyrinth where reality bends and nightmares roam. Tasked with locating scientists who disappeared while researching the Complex, she joins a team of specialists: Zona, vigilant and confrontational; Owen, sarcastic and relaxed; and Pepper and Poppy, pragmatic and supportive. As they enter Level 0, the first stretch of warped yellow hallways with damp carpets, flickering fluorescent lights, and a faint metallic, musty scent, the team must navigate loops, false exits, and unsettling noises. The oppressive environment challenges their senses at every turn, while the entity that inhabits Level 0 lurks in the shadows, tall, thin, and unnervingly noodle-like, stalking anything that moves. Forced to hide in a vent, they discover a small, hidden room once inhabited by a girl named Violet. Dusty blankets, neatly lined almond water bottles, fairy lights, and dozens of notebooks reveal her careful attempts to survive. One notebook contains a single journal entry, describing how she noclipped from school into the Backrooms and survived by learning its rules-guidance that becomes invaluable to the team. With Violet's notes and her own past experience, Liliana quietly takes charge, guiding the group through the twisting, hazardous hallways. Only she knows the next levels, and her calm, deliberate leadership keeps the team alive as they step deeper into the labyrinth, balancing careful planning, trust, and survival against the unknown horrors that lurk around every corner. The story blends suspense, horror, and surrealism, immersing readers in a world where every sound, smell, and shadow could be a threat, and where survival demands skill, strategy, and courage.

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?

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?

This story drew inspiration from the early-2000s I Heard It Too. Late one night, a young teenage girl named Sarah is just living life as any other teen would. Until, she hears her mom calling her. Should she follow the sound? (Cover will be fixed soon)

Publishing my Uncanny Adorable Stray Kids Fan Arts ☘️✨

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.

In a world where strange black goo consumes and mimics the people it infects, Elias Rivers and his cousin, Thomas Knight, lead a quiet life. But when reports of these creatures - called Eidolons - begin to surface, their peaceful town is thrown into chaos. As the mimicry becomes increasingly dangerous, the brothers must confront the terrifying truth: the line between human and monster is thinner than they ever imagined.

A girl got swallowed by a black void, throwing her into a dreadful world full of psychopathic monsters with deadly intelligence. She tries to survive from every monster she encounters constantly, while she discovers the disturbing reality she is forced to live in, and feels the amount of panic and terror stabbing through her every second she is close to death. Will she ever escape this world? And is she the only human in this world?

As the quiet of dawn is pierced, the routine begins again. A countdown pulsing red across a contact lens. A collection of weird and speculative standalone short stories. No reading order required. Twists in the ordinary. Small glitches in reality. [Versione Italiana disponibile sul profilo]

When Molly moves to a quiet town, she wants only one thing - a fresh start. But a chance encounter at a market tears a crack in reality. There is a world that exists parallel to ours. A world where living walls breathe, plants sense fear, and creatures called Lactimols are born only once in a century. Phil remembers only a stolen wallet. Molly remembers more - far too much. And when Alexander appears, it becomes clear: she is no longer just an observer. She is the key. And if the Gruns find her before she understands her power, this town will be the first to disappear.

Two roommates (omg they were roommates) vibe until something evil comes up. They argue, one goes to do a stupid. yeah. This is a school project of mine. Everyone I've shown this too like it, so I thought I'd share it! Yes I'm aware the characters aren't the best built, my teach wanted the narrative to be at least 3 pages and they're reading at most 5 pages (If more they read last one) so some things are rushed ;^; But hey! if you guys like this story or want to more about whatever the fuck is going on with my oc's, then let me know in the comments! It will give me some insight on what I should focus on writing (these are inevitable, its more of the when) (yes I will reuse the cover art in the rewrite, it took me 7 hours to do) (I swear I don't know how to categorize any of my writings, what I need is never there)

It's New Year's, or so that's what the calendar says. For Aria, it's June 2nd, the day both her parents died. Ever since then, she's been living in a loop - well, close enough. There's this one guy who always, and I mean ALWAYS, bumps into her on Aria's way to work. He excuses himself, blabs about how it won't happen again, and scurries off hurriedly. Until one day, Aria decides to change up the loop a bit.

In an endless, decaying labyrinth with no name and no exit, a girl wanders alone. She has forgotten who she was. She no longer remembers when she arrived. The world around her rots gently-walls peeling, ceilings sagging, rooms breathing in slow collapse-and she does not resist it. The decay feels familiar. Comforting. Like home. There are no monsters here. No voices. No salvation. Only peeling wallpaper, mold-soft floors, flickering lights, and a girl slowly dissolving into the place that has claimed her. Through fragmented diary-like chapters, her thoughts erode alongside the environment, until identity, memory, and self become indistinguishable from the ruins that surround her. Where Wallpaper Peels Like Skin is a quiet analog-horror descent into isolation, decay, and surrender-where the greatest horror is not what chases you, but what welcomes you.

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.

A man boards a train at Kotobuki Station. One other passenger. The announcements don't match the landscape. She wants to talk about the discounted lotus. He doesn't know why he deserved the slap, but he knows he did.

I dreamt that I was dreaming I was wired to a clock Tickled by the minute hand Tick tock tick tick tock

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.