Unearthly Stories

Explorers uncover a hidden chamber in the Caviglione Cave, awakening an ancient presence that traps them within the living rock-leaving only their painted likenesses behind as eternal warnings.

An archaeologist uncovers a mass grave beneath a cathedral, where the skeletons seem frozen in screams. As she digs deeper, silence swallows her surroundings, the bones shift, and a cold presence stirs in the pit, watching her from the hollow sockets of the dead.

A skeleton buried for centuries stirs beneath the earth, its hunger never quelled. Whispers rise from the soil, proving some graves are alive-and they still feed.

A skeleton bound within a desert canyon stirs with each storm, its shadow growing longer until the sands release what was never meant to walk free again.

This story is about a boy who has shifted his house to a new area with something unearthly. Read the story complete to know about that night which changed his life completely and what is the mystery behind the haunted school. ***This story is fictional and is not based on true events. ***

(Victor Batista) I fought for what I thought was right. I want you to know that before you open my book. My book, I say these words with the most bitter repulsion I can muster. For this story is mine, I cant deny the trail of shadows I have left throughout my life. It started with my sister, but I suppose that's where our story begins, I should have saved her. I could have called to her, stopped her, but I failed. It led to everything that came after. My penance...

In a remote desert, archaeologists uncover a colossal humanoid skeleton beside an unearthly metallic wreck. As strange phenomena consume the camp and the remains vanish, the sand begins to tremble-hinting that the giant was never truly dead.

After waking up in a large underground factory upon a pile of ruins in a set of hospital scrubs, a man searched a foreign world for his identity

A golden crown unearthed from an ancient grave curses all who touch it, dragging them into the earth to join a legion of silent, skeletal guardians.

The village avoided the ancient well, though no one remembered why. Its water was stagnant, covered in a thin veil of green, yet it never dried, never overflowed. Children who lingered near it claimed to hear splashes when no stone had been thrown, and at night, faint ripples disturbed its surface without wind or hand. Long ago, the earth cracked open around the well, revealing what lay beneath. A skeleton stared upward from its depths, limbs twisted, surrounded by broken jars that had once carried offerings. The bones rested upon a bed of moss that pulsed faintly, as if it were alive. Its hollow eyes seemed fixed on the sky, watching eternally, waiting. Those who dared to peer too long swore the water darkened, shadows rising from its depths to tug at their reflection. One farmer tied a rope around his waist and leaned in to recover one of the ancient jars. The rope went taut, jerking violently, and when it was pulled back, it was frayed and slick, but empty. The well fed on curiosity. Each year, someone vanished-a child, a traveler, a drunkard stumbling home. The ground around it grew damp with unnatural warmth, as though the earth itself had veins of blood. On moonless nights, bubbles rose from below, carrying with them a foul stench of decay. The skeleton never changed, yet its position shifted subtly with each passing season. Some days its hands rested at its sides, other days upon its chest, and sometimes, it reached upward, fingers extended just beneath the surface. When the villagers gathered one morning, they found the moss had spread beyond the well, curling into the soil like roots searching for new hosts. The skeleton was gone. Only the jars remained, resting on the surface of water blacker than the night sky, reflecting nothing at all. The well no longer waited. It had begun to climb.

#ATwistInTheClassic #NarnianFanfic Riva gets drowned off to a foreign black land by Aslan. She meets the Pevensies there who know not much what's going on either. They will learn to accept their faults, to improve them and love them. Love. Riva will find that too. But not after she's turned mutant, seen the sky erupt in fire, a piece of sky on the ground ( chicken little ! ) , Shadows and blown up an acre of forest and land. And it all starts with a dip in the pond. ~ xxShortHairedLunaticxx A/N : The first fanfic I ever write and its a Narnian fic. I'm in love with anonymous places,lands and planets. No its not a Doctor Who thing. Its a i-love-to-write-about-things-that-don't-exist thing. Please do leave some feedback and votes. I'd appreciate that ! Thank you for reading ! I hope you enjoy it ! #626 in Mystery/Thriller on Friday, 16th January.

Amelia Thompson... High class girl, outgoing, has lots of friends. A project they were handed In school gets them In trouble WHERE THE NIGHT MUST NOT COME

"rainy... can you hear me?" as in a high, high, time. out of our reach, in a light. beside a path, in the clouds. a thunder struck, loud, loud. a barrage of tiny tiny drops landed on the streets of dark. "It's time to set yourself free." (disclaimer: some tags may not show up themselves immediately. Please be patient)

Unearthed by a river's flood, a skull bound in ropes of many sizes lies intact, its knots carved with ritual purpose-bindings not to preserve the dead, but to imprison what still stirs within.

A mountain ridge reveals enormous, warm, living ribs embedded in the stone-an ancient, slumbering colossus whose heartbeat begins to shake the peak as it slowly wakes beneath the mist.

A cursed grove deep in the jungle holds rows of moss-covered skulls, each binding a restless soul condemned to eternal watch, whispering to lure the living into joining their silent ranks.

Two skeletons unearthed in an eternal embrace begin to shift unnaturally, their ritual-marked bones tightening each night until they vanish, leaving only dark residue as they roam together, seeking new victims to join their embrace.

Z's journey of defiance, betrayal, love and survival. When Z is left to betray a member of her family in order to save the free world she runs. Warning everyone in her path... Though few believe her. Now what once was a free world is no longer. On her own she must help free the masses. How? You may ask. Z herself is unsure, but she will fight. All she can be sure of is that this is day one.

A skeleton sealed in a wooden casket is brought to a museum for study, but when left alone in the laboratory, its jaw slowly cracks open, unleashing a voice older than language that should never be heard.