Истории Unexplainable

I didn't know when I fell asleep. I didn't know when it started. All I know is... it felt real. A normal day turned into something I couldn't explain- my things moved, strangers watching, objects that didn't belong, roads that led nowhere... and a silence I couldn't break. I tried to speak. I couldn't. Was it just a dream... or something deeper trying to show me what I refuse to see?

( ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ. ) ❛ 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 ❜ ――― glow. book one∣ongoing ( twilight )

Something is wrong. Not in a way you can see. Not in a way you can prove. But once you notice it- you can't unsee it. --- On his first day at a new school, everything feels... almost normal. The corridors are filled with noise. The routine is familiar. Nothing stands out. Except for one thing. Her. --- She doesn't belong to the background like everyone else. She feels... fixed. Unchanging. Like she exists outside whatever is quietly shifting beneath reality. --- At first, it's easy to ignore. A moment that lasts too long. A silence that shouldn't be there. A feeling that something is watching-not him, but everything. --- Then people start to stop. Mid-step. Mid-sentence. Mid-breath. Time fractures. Patterns repeat. And something unseen begins to take control. --- It doesn't ask. It doesn't warn. It only observes. And adapts. --- Some try to understand it. Some try to use it. Some don't realize it's already inside them. --- But the truth is worse than any of them imagined- because this isn't something that can be escaped. --- It's learning. --- And when it finally decides what to keep- and what to erase- there won't be a second chance. --- Because the only way to stop it... is to disappear with it.

This is the story about Rosie Gupta she has a secret, she has a special gift, and that gift is she can see ghosts, when ever there is a crime Rosie can solve it by communicating with the ghost. Only problem is she has to hide her secret. Her first case, the murder of her best friend Neera Sharma, people thought it was sucide even the cop, but only Rosie knew by communicating with Neera that it was murder, so how will Rosie solve the case, because nobody will believe her she can see ghosts...

Si Ero ay isang binatang lumaki sa paniniwalang may bigat ang mga pangarap, na kaya nitong bigyan ng saysay ang buhay ng tao. Ilang taon niyang inalay ang sarili sa ideya ng pagkakaroon ng patutunguhan, na parang paghabol sa liwanag sa dulo ng lagusan. Ngunit matapos niyang magtapos sa pag-aaral at tuluyang humupa ang ingay ng mundo, unti-unting may nagbago. Tumahimik ang hangin, nanlamig ang araw, at tila may presensyang nakamasid mula sa hindi nakikitang dako. Mula roon, nagsimulang mangyari ang mga bagay na hindi maipaliwanag. Hindi ito kuwento ng himala kundi ng mabagal na pagguho. Sa gitna ng mga araw na walang saysay, may tinig na nagsimulang magsalita. Sinasabi nitong mula ito sa Diyos, ngunit bawat salitang binibitiwan ay tila unti-unting nag-aalis ng kabuluhan sa lahat ng pinaniniwalaan ni Ero. Habang patuloy siyang naglalakad sa kanilang maliit na bayan, nakakasalamuha niya ang mga taong tila may alam sa mga bagay-bagay na hindi dapat nila alam. May mga ngiting walang kaluluwa, at may mga nawawala kinabukasan na para bang hindi kailanman umiral. Dahan-dahang nabubura ang linya sa pagitan ng katotohanan at ng mga bagay na nilulunok ng kanyang isipan. Sa bawat pagdaan ng araw, lalong lumalalim ang katahimikan sa paligid ni Ero. Sa bawat paghinga, mas nagiging malinaw na baka hindi lang siya ang nagugulo kundi pati ang mismong mundong ginagalawan niya. Sa huli, hindi na tiyak kung ang Diyos nga ba ang kausap nya, o kung siya mismo ang tinig na matagal nang nakakulong sa loob ng kanyang pag-iisip.

Many might see death and its companions (e.g. grief, depression etc.) as harmful experiences in life. But this story tries to tackle this perception and recount a story that portrays my view of death as an old friend that pays his visits not because he enjoys seeing you die, but because he cares about your transition. After all, life is what's killing us, death is just the observer, one that cares more about you than you might expect.

Belle needed a quiet place to paint. What she got... was The House. Described by her cousin as "quaint" and "full of character," the old mansion on the isolated farm is anything but. The house smells like something died in it in 1893 and never quite left. The lights don't work, the clocks don't agree, and the walls seem to whisper when the storm rolls in. Charming. Cut off from the outside world as the weather turns vicious, Belle is not alone. There's a man-warm, real, and very distracting... except for one small problem: She's not entirely sure he is real. Because this house doesn't behave. Doors don't always lead where they should. Time slips. Shadows remember. And sometimes, the past doesn't just echo-it replays. As old journals, strange dreams, and terrifying moments she can't explain bring together fragments of history, Belle begins to uncover tragedies that were never meant to be buried. But the house isn't just remembering. It's waiting... Funny, haunting, and quietly heartbreaking, The House is a story about love, loss, revenge, and the secrets that refuse to stay buried. This story contains themes of psychological horror, violence, and disturbing imagery. Reader discretion is advised. Genre: Mystery/Humour/Romance This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights are reserved by me as @MaggieOHighley. Please do not copy or use my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you.

A book about not really poems created from what I felt

Have you ever had to come to terms with your true form? Have you ever had to speak to your own soul? Are you scared of what it would say? Will it answer or will the Universe evoke something you were not ready for. Poetic conversation indulge. Please leave comments and feed back!

An unfinished story of utter oddness, may do something with it eventually. Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Jess lives next to a creepy old, abandoned house. And after an unnatural occurrence during her childhood, in relation to the house, she wants to do everything in her power to keep people away from the house, but is she too late? Is the occurrence she had repeating it's self in history?

2023-2024 Maybe the sun rises and even dawn came. With our thoughts that came to mind, all there is cloudy days. We learn to pent it up with even barricades. All to see life turns around the other side, never built in our way. With these free lines, lies the words we shouldn't have said to ourselves as we keep falling apart. With blues, this is a prose and poetry verse I present.

‼️Trigger warning‼️

isusuko mo nlng ba ang pagmamahal na iyong nararamdaman para sa taong sa iba natagpuan ang matinding kasiyahan

what's happening? and why is everything 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔...

A girl that goes by the name "Astra" is getting sick and tired of her nonchalant boyfriend named Michaelis until she discovers something unusual lingering in his closet on Valentine's Day. She experiences adventures beyond any of her most craziest dreams and gets the chance to live various lives in many different worlds. Soon after the adventures take a turn for the worst she realizes that her boyfriend's alternative versions are in danger. This whole fantasy-like dream quickly becomes an unescapable nightmare.

HORROR, UNSETTLING AND EMOTIONAL. THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT WRITING A HORROR STORYLINE, WHILE DEPICTING A TEENAGE BRAIN AND A TAD BIT OF COMEDY.

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝔼𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣? {COMPLETED} !Disclaimer! !This is my story, although the idea of it is based of a Creepypasta I found, dubbed 'kisaragi station' Wether it's true, or not people still don't know, but the main premise is not of my making. However the character, the interactions and 𝘮𝘺 story, is of my making!

My own paranormal experiences. These are real, at least, for me they are. And I just want to get this out there for your entertainment in case you're into these kinds of things given that Halloween is right around the corner. Hope you enjoy this. I'll also add a few short stories from my own creative bank, but I'll put a disclaimer so you'd know that they are.

Full of "those feelings" that dont really have a name, but everyone feels. Nobody can explain it in a way others understand, but we all get them.