Unsettling Stories

Eight years ago, Floren drew a girl chasing a deer in a handmade linen dress. Today, that girl is the only person who can see him when he wants to disappear. At the Lakehouse, Kaia and Floren discovered that their meeting wasn't a coincidence-it was fate. But fate is a cruel master. As Kaia's powers as a Sanguivant emerge, she becomes the ultimate target for the Third Shadow. With her best friend trapped in a hollow shell and a traitor on the loose, Kaia and Floren must prove that love isn't a "Sanguivant's weakness"-it's their greatest weapon. In a world of rigid bloodlines, they are the anomaly that will change everything.

When Tripp Welker's grandpa is accepted into a new pharmaceutical research trial to treat his newly diagnosed Alzheimer's disease, it's becomes obvious that something isn't right. Tripp finds himself on a mission to expose the secrets that threaten his family, but he can't imagine the depths and darkness of the things he will encounter. The question is not about whether or not he can uncover the truth, but what will happen when he does?

✦ .ᐟ.ᐟ ⌗⋆˚꩜｡ ﹁ 𝔞𝔥, 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 . . . 𝔪𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔡, 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔣𝔦𝔲𝔩 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯, 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔦 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔨𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢. 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪. 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣. 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔢 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 ﹂ ── .✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲 was no stranger to the facilities that lay forth ahead of him, yet something about these cold, dark walls pulsate with a invitation. EFFLORESCENT /ˌɛfləˈrɛsn(t)/ The state or period of flowering, or the apex/culmination of something. ᴹ!ᴼᶜ x ᴰᴵᴿᴱ ᶜᴿᴼᵂᴸᴱᵞ ( ᵀᵂˢᵀ ) ◟♯ . / 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 . ! | 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖳

Halloween is just a means for demons to walk around among us without a disguise. [Collection of horror stories as short as one line to just a paragraph.]

Whispers you weren't meant to hear. Realities you weren't supposed to question. In this anthology of dark psychological sci-fi, each story is a fracture - a glimpse through the cracks of the mind, where identity, time, and truth slip and bleed. Here, nothing is linear. Characters speak to themselves, to you, and sometimes... to something far older. Voices echo from behind mirrors, behind doors that shouldn't exist, behind versions of yourself that never should've been. Every page is a trapdoor. Every sentence, a test. And if you're reading this... You've already been heard.

Becca finally got the Niko plush she'd wanted for years. At first, everything was normal. Then came the whispers. I found you. Strange phone calls begin in the middle of the night. Dust-covered Niko plushies appear in the attic by the dozens before vanishing without a trace. Electronics flicker when she's alone. And no matter how many times she blocks the unknown number... ...the calls always come back. Her friends think it's a prank. Her family thinks she's imagining things. But Becca knows one thing: Something is searching for her. Something that crossed worlds to find its "goddess." And it's finally getting closer.

This is going to be interesting Secure Contain Protect (NOTE: Art and images don't belong to me)

She said it as a joke. "There's a classroom on the third floor... it's haunted." No one believed her. Until something started listening.

Chris Jenkins knows who he is. He follows orders. He keeps things running. He does his job. Then she starts appearing. A woman who shouldn't matter. A voice that won't leave. A feeling he can't explain. The system still works. He's still in control. Isn't he? Some changes don't feel like change at all.

Greywater was supposed to be safe. Small town. Friendly neighbors. Quiet streets. Just one problem: The smell. Everyone says you stop noticing it eventually. But when people begin acting strange, skin starts peeling, and whispers of something called Rotbreathers spread through town, one girl starts paying attention. Because the closer she looks, the worse the smell gets. And something downstairs is breathing.

[In nature's world there's always a end to life. A life that once had their time in this world as it's many forces in the beginning. Now being forgotten after being overshadowed by newer forces. Their light over them slowly fading as they too...] [Although, it never truly ends here... they get remembered again... the calm force of nature returning after being forgotten for so long... returning in a realm they cannot understand... returning as something else... returning... with a new purpose in life.] ["This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine."]

The loose and rusty nails on the desk dug into his back as Ranboo hid under the desk. Footsteps were heard outside of the room he was kept in. Ranboo held his ears as he heard the door handle wiggle as the person trying to open it struggle against the locked door. 'Will I be stuck in this endless loop forever?' --- Where 15 year old Ranboo was tossed from home to orphanage over and over again in an endless loop of sadness and pain. He lost all trust in any one, even himself. He can't control himself in the night. A kind man soon enters his life. Will he learn to trust himself and people again? -- (COVER ART IS MINE CREDIT ME IF YOU WANT TO USE IT) ! ~ this book will not contain any shipping at all. This is a family au and all interactions between people are platonic.

"They tell you never to whistle in the Appalachian Mountains. Now I know why." When a sudden plane crash strands Jack, Veronica, and Vanessa in the heart of the most ominous woods, survival is their only goal. But the deep, atmospheric silence of the forest is a lie. Hidden within the shadows is a predator: The Crawler. As the sun dips below the ridge, the group discovers they aren't just lost they're being hunted. One of them has already become prey, and for the others, the psychological dread is only just beginning. In a place where the trees have ears and the darkness has teeth, the real horror isn't just surviving the woods... it's surviving what's inside them. Can they find a way out before the Crawler finishes the job? New chapters every wednesday!!

Vivek moves into a strangely affordable 2BHK flat in Whitefield, Bengaluru. The plan is simple-start a new chapter of life with his girlfriend, Shruti. But the flat holds a secret left behind by its previous tenant: a girl who lived alone during lockdown... and died whispering one phrase over and over: "Mala call aahe" ("I have a call.") Reader Advisory: This story contains psychological horror, paranoia, disturbing imagery, and interactive haunting elements that may cause unease. Read with headphones. Don't read after midnight.

🖤👁️ S H E N E V E R T E X T E D B A C K : B O O K 2 👁️🖤 You survived Book 1. But you were never supposed to wake up this early. Three months after she disappeared, the internet started calling it The Glitch. Officially? "Stress-related perception issues." Reality? Your reflection is learning to smile before you do. Maya thought she was documenting the truth. Until the truth started documenting her. 📱 The messages came at 1:43 AM. 🚪 The hallway has 100 doors. 100 versions of her. ⏰ Synchronization begins at midnight. 👁️ The System is watching. And it remembers her name. But the worst part? She helped create it. THE GLITCH was never a malfunction. It was a filter. A project to make death optional. A prison for unstable awareness. And Maya is the architect. Now the Correction Engine is awake. The Creator is online. And the System... misses her. "Return requested." ⚠️ WARNING: This book contains: - Unsynchronized content - Emotional stabilization attempts - Existential dread - The Man Between Frames - Chapter 9: Before the First Loop Status: UNSYNCED ✅ Protocol: FAILED ✅ Creator: AWAKE ❌ Comment "I BUILT THIS" if you're ready to face what you created. Comment "WRONG DOOR" if you survived Chapter 7. Midnight is not a time. It's a test. And you just failed it with her. [Updates Tuesdays at 3:00 AM EST. Do not read near mirrors.] 🖤

They say it's just stress. A trick of the light. But for Elias, the shadows are moving. When his perfectly clean studio becomes a wreckage of wet paint and slashed canvases, he realizes he isn't alone. Something jagged is hiding in his blind spots, and it's tired of staying in the dark. Once you see the glitch, it never stops looking back. Note: I might change a few things in future updates as the story develops.

Zevora Morana arrives in a city that feels quieter than it should be. The streets seem to linger. The silence feels... aware. And certain moments don't feel new-just distant, like something half-remembered and quickly lost again. Then there's Vincent Darien. He looks at her like he's been waiting. Like he knows something she doesn't. Zevora tells herself it's nothing. Just a new place, a new beginning. But the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to ignore the feeling that something in this city recognizes her- even when she doesn't recognize it back...

By Amanitalis Beyond the Living When a young man's childhood friend vanishes without a trace, the only clue left behind is a diary filled with strange entries-entries about a girl no one's ever seen and walks that blur the line between night and nightmare. Driven by obsession, the reader follows the trail to an abandoned graveyard deep in the Appalachian woods, where time slips, reality thins... and the river never forgets. Some people leave. Others never really do.

A crushed skeleton lies pinned beneath stones inside a narrow grave, its ribs shattered and claw marks scoring the surrounding earth-signs of a desperate, violent struggle that hints the burial was meant not to honor the dead, but to contain something that refused to stay still.

Laura just wanted to know the time. The wrong question, asked to the wrong person, at the wrong moment - and the world never quite came back. Now the clock reads 00:00. The neighbor waters flowers with a dry hose. And the voice echoing in her head isn't only hers anymore. The Endless Cycle is a quiet descent into a fragmenting mind - one that isn't sure it wants to be put back together.