Unsettling Stories

In her country, health isn't a lifestyle. It's the law. Unhealthy food is banned, weight is monitored, and compliance is expected. But when 47 people disappear without a trace, young journalist Cheryl Cooper starts asking questions that someone desperately wants left unanswered. Her investigation is shut down. The evidence begins to disappear. Then she discovers something she was never supposed to find. One brownie. One order. One mistake. Some cravings are dangerous.

Inktober used as writing prompts, trying to figure out how to write horror stuff best I can with the inktober prompts as a fun exercise.

England 1981, before smartphones, GPS, and digital footprints. You're trying to settle into the cozy freshman routine of international university life, taking a job at the campus library where you archive books and organize shelves. But you don't realize that you've become someone else's archive... and what happens when you're listed in more than one catalogue...? ( yanderes!M x F!reader ) | A cozy, unsettling slow burn story.

Grayson Hollow is a small, poor farming village where nothing ever changes. Except for the big white mansion on the hill. It's been empty since I was born. No lights, no sounds, no one ever goes in or out. My father told me to stay away from it and never ask why. But in Grayson Hollow, you start to see things that shouldn't be there. And once you see them, they see you back.

THE PRIEST "Three days before his birthday, they found the perfect place to celebrate." An abandoned villa. A forgotten church. A forest no one talks about. It was supposed to be a surprise for Theo. Nothing more. But the moment Lyra, Celine and Nora step inside, small things begin to feel... wrong. A photograph they don't remember taking. A room nobody remembers entering. A name appearing where it shouldn't. And a priest who seems to know far too much. "Father Lucian doesn't ask why they're there." He already knows. As Theo's birthday approaches, the villa begins revealing pieces of a story that none of them remember being part of. And the more they try to understand what's happening... "the less they can trust what they remember." Because someone brought them there. Someone has been waiting. And by the time they discover why- it may already be too late to leave. THE PRIEST Everyone has a secret. But not everyone is hiding it from you

literally just my brain rot abt the backrooms ignore if the grammar is bad

Hortense vit dans un monde étrange. Son royaume est divisé en quatre continents, tous rescapés de la Déchirure survenue plusieurs siècles auparavant. Depuis, le peuple vit dans la crainte de voir à nouveau se reproduire ce malheur. Tout ce qui peut rappeler cette tragédie est alors banni à jamais : les couleurs sombres, les cendres, les malades... Les cinq autres continents auraient sombrés à jamais dans les abîmes, aspirés par une force inconnue et destructive. Des brèches se seraient ouvertes peu après dans le monde sain, et des individus aux capacités particulières se seraient révélées en mesure de les traverser. Mais le dernier Passeur est mort depuis longtemps, et tous les voyages entre les deux monde sont strictement interdits. Pourtant, Hortense est approchée par un homme qui lui révèle savoir comment passer dans le monde malade. Transportée là-bas, elle y découvre une civilisation qui a dû s'adapter pour survivre, et surtout, que les millions de personnes qu'ils pensaient tous morts de puis longtemps, sont bel et bien en vie. Hortense est bien déterminée à révéler au monde sain que le récit officiel sur la Déchirure est manipulé par la famille impériale. Pour cela, il lui faudra trouver un moyen de rentrer chez elle, car le Passeur a disparu. L'aide du Caah, un personnage mystérieux, lui sera alors précieuse.

*A story where friends will deal with biggest regret of their life *

Shriya is home alone at 2 AM when she starts hearing noises. At first, it's just shuffling in the other room. Then something crashes in the kitchen. She tells herself it's nothing-her imagination running wild, her neighbours being loud, exhaustion playing tricks on her mind. But then she hears footsteps coming towards her. As she turns around, there's a man running towards her? A psychological horror about the terror of not trusting your own reality, the nightmare of being gaslit by your own perception, and the question that haunts us all: What if the danger was there all along?

When twenty-two-year-old Elena Ashcroft inherits Blackthorn Manor, she believes she's been given a fortune. Instead, she inherits a house that has waited over a century for someone with her blood. The mansion sits alone beyond a forgotten forest where no birds sing. Every room changes when no one is watching. Mirrors show strangers instead of reflections. Footsteps echo through locked hallways at impossible hours. The walls whisper names of people who disappeared decades ago-including people who are still alive. Soon Elena discovers a terrifying truth: the house isn't haunted by ghosts. The house itself is alive. It remembers everyone who has ever entered. And once it learns your name... .it never lets you leave. As a group of strangers becomes trapped inside Blackthorn Manor during a violent storm, each must confront the secrets the house has stolen from them. But the manor doesn't merely kill-it feeds on fear, regret, guilt, and forgotten memories, twisting reality until no one can tell whether they're awake or trapped inside the house's endless dream. Every sunrise reveals another impossible room. Every night someone disappears. Eventually, Elena learns the most horrifying secret of all: The house didn't choose her because she inherited it. It built itself around her family generations ago And she's the final piece needed to awaken what sleeps beneath its foundation.

Gypsy Misfit Written and Copyright 2020 by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved. Myrine's family is desperate to help her overcome her fears and find her place in their world. Will she ever fit in? Flash fiction entry for the 500 word or less Blumhouse Writing Contest. Complete.

A collection of short poems ive written. These are intended to help me understand not just myself but human nature. Most are psychological,or philosophical but i dont have just one way of writing. warning!!!! i do not subscribe to punctuation >;( some poems might be disturbing so ill add a trigger warning before hand but do proceed with caution!

There, I write short stories from times to times while you wait for a next chapter.

"The blare of the alarm shooed all those indulgences away and he jumped out of bed. That wasn't his usual choice and for a moment it startled him so completely, he flash froze on his feet. It wasn't his preferred 'Don't Fear the Reaper' beats but a shrill screech which immediately triggered his fight or flight instincts. For a disorientating second he twisted around on his heels, trying to locate the source of the sirens while his mind exploded with thoughts of danger and police and crime but his bedroom looked perfectly normal."

🖤👁️ 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.] 🖤

because i saw her on the corner and ached to hide her beneath my covers and never let her hurt again.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story contains neglect, bullying, mature(ish) language, injury detail and more. Continue at your own discretion. Don't read in one go.

"We take those sharp turns and fall over the edges of new beginnings, yet again." A series of Ctrl+z, pauses, breakdown and plays on staged lines. While it may have seemed very usual to settle down with many of the assets, why did Treasa Brooks chose to unsettle, and do it over and over again. Maybe she had someone who never walked away like everyone did, not in a literal sense. And when life throws the curve-ball in a human form, will she settle down for that curve-ball of a human being?

she wishes she was in wonderland but she isn't alice... •lowercase intended •blakbish

A pen that can turn your worst memories into beautiful ones sounds like a dream come true. But what happens when the truth starts to bleed back through?