Unease Stories

Workers unearth ancient seated mummies in Peru, unknowingly releasing them from restrained slumber as they claim new victims to join their silent vigil underground.

An archaeological team uncovers an ancient coffin, only to awaken something buried with it. By morning, the lead excavator is missing, and a new skeleton lies beside the old-both whispering secrets from the earth.

ho trovato a caso questo racconto che ho fatto a 9 anni e ho voluto condividerlo con qualche mio commento, giusto per ridere un po' dato che le storie sdolcinate non le so fare

Fighting against the thoughts that go through my mind.

"Ambrosia is said to be the food and drink of gods. It's believed that whoever ate it became immortal. What a stupid myth..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ambrosia is in a coma, one that has taken a year of her life. Time has meant nothing until the day it woke her up. Now fully conscious, she needs to remember what happened and who put her there. With mysteries at every turn can she really trust what anyone says? **Excuse the crappy description! Don't let it deter you from the book...** **p.s it's a crappy book so read at your own risk 😂**

Some silences are telling. They are palpable and speak in thunderous tones.

The dream world is real for one girl. When she is asleep or only semi-conscious she experiences things that her mind creates, things that should be only in her dreams, unable to hurt her.

At an archaeological dig, a buried skeleton is found pinned beneath an iron sickle - a relic meant to keep it from rising. That night, the archaeologist who disturbed the grave vanishes, leaving behind only broken iron and a warning scrawled in her notes: "Iron keeps it down."

A short story discussing the idea of the inevitable loss of imagination that teenagers experience as they are faced wtih the hard-hitting challenges in the world. Both poetry and horror-inspired elements make appearances in this piece to craft the perfect, unsettling, thought-provoking story.

Archaeologists uncover a stone-sealed tomb containing a perfectly preserved corpse, unknowingly breaking its ancient prison. Once freed, a shadowy curse spreads, haunting the diggers with nightmarish visions until death claims them, leaving the land barren and feared.

This spiritual fantasy story is set in a world where the main character is in Paradise, experiencing his life, also known as the Afterlife or life Hereafter. It describes the characters as attending group meditation sessions, in their harmonious Hereafter, amazing Afterlife, and perfect Paradise. For the dwellers of Paradise, there is peace and pleasure without pain, joy and happiness without sadness, sorrow, or suffering, and delight without discomfort. In short, all perfection without imperfection of any kind. But is all as it seems?

Nothing ever mattered. Nothing ever did. Nothing had a purpose anymore, just as life never had a purpose anymore. Nothing made an impact, not the slightest bit. No. Nothing changed, nothing changed. It all just stayed the same as always. The same new world in the same old shell of what once was. That's how it was. That's how it's always been, ever since you were a little child, since you were born into this new world of old, born from a faceless lifegiver. You don't mind it, the repetition gives you a sense of something, makes you feel less alone, less forgotten. Forever and for always. The same. Or is it? Something calls you from the deep beyond. Maybe everything isn't as it seems. --------- Posting this here before I figure out how ao3 works and post all three first chapters there. So this version is SEVERELY UNPOLISHED

I am opening my eyes again. No. Not again. I am opening these eyes for the very first time. "Do you remember your name?" "Esmail." "No, that is my name. What is yours?"

Sleep is always following. It's never gonna leave- it's just gonna get worse.

This is the beginning of a tale of a woman trapped in a nightmare. It is a working progress, so expect more to come!

A museum night guard becomes entranced by an ancient jade burial suit that seems to move on its own. When the relic awakens, he vanishes-leaving behind only his flashlight and a new hand-shaped mark beneath the jade.

Black Rock Shooter doesn't want to get involved with anyone, she wishes only to roam the Earth she is to live on while Miku goes on about her life. But when the Americans track her down to find her roaming in an abandoned mining town, things turn for the worst as she tries to escape. But nothing with humans has ever been that easy for Black Rock Shooter and it certainly wasn't going to be this time. Miku was your average borderline outcast teen. She wasn't popular, sometimes she would act weird and talk to herself. Few people wanted to be seen with her. One more thing: she is the daughter of an alcoholic father and a mother with a continuous vanishing act. Black Rock Shooter was her guardian angel but now things have changed... Will they ever return to normal...?

A collection of short stories inspired by the king in yellow. It is not horror, but is foreboding and mysterious; exploring the mystical, philosophical, and interesting. Spiritual horror!

While going for a job interview that he is woefully unprepared for, Brice is startled when his reflection in the mirror smiles at him. When the interview turns sour, Brice finds success when he receives help from the figure in the glass. Soon, his reflection starts accomplishing the life that Brice, his friends and society thinks he should achieve. However, once Brice begins questioning whether this is what he wants for himself, he realises what he really should be asking is whether he is already too far gone. ONC 2026 Prompt used: 76: Your reflection smiles before you do and then begins mimicking things you never did

September 24th-- doubts, fears and insecurities