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Thistle House

Leituras 92
Votos 4
Capítulos 12
Tempo 1h 39m

Leituras 92
Votos 4
Capítulos 12
Tempo 1h 39m

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Don't be afraid...
Don't look into the corners of your bedroom...
Always count the doors before bed...
Don't get out of bed after 1am...
DONT say her name...

Life had started out pretty normally.
before that summer it was just a house. Just a rotting house in the middle of the woods. A story. A small town legend.
But she broke the rules. We broke the rules. 
It was never her fault, it was always the house. the house did this to us...
it was the house.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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HOUSE OF SHADOWS: SHADOWS WITHIN [ON EDITING], de snowashea

To: The Storyteller From: Maeve "Evie" Stone Dear Storyteller, I never imagined my life would change so completely when I accepted the restoration project at Ashwood Manor. Do you remember the article about it? The haunted house with the enigmatic billionaire owner? Well, let me tell you the whispers didn't even scratch the surface. The manor itself is alive. I know how that sounds, but every creaking floorboard and flickering candle seemed to echo secrets, some about him, the brooding man who owns the place, and some about me. It started with a series of strange dreams. Labyrinths. Mirrors. A shadow I couldn't escape. And oh, when I met him at first, I didn't trust him. I wasn't sure I trusted myself around him, either. But as we uncovered the manor's past together, the walls between us and within ourselves began to crumble. This isn't just a story about a haunted house, though it has plenty of that. It's about confronting fears...my fear of commitment, of loving and being loved, and his fear of forgiveness. Together, we unraveled the labyrinth that held Ashwood in its grip, freed the ghosts of the past, and built something entirely new. I wish you could visit. He and I are planning an exhibit to share the journals and artifacts we discovered. It's our way of honoring those who came before us and making peace with the past. I thought I was going to Ashwood to rebuild walls. Instead, I rebuilt myself. Hoping you come visit soon. You won't believe it until you see it. With love, Evie

The Second Stage, de benjaminburkett

A world unseen dies over and over. It shrieks at a pitch that you cannot hear. It rots with a stench that you will never quite know. It isn't a place meant for you and I, it is merely a bank for the dead and dying; a vault of visceral agony. It's function, origin and purpose are as cryptic and chilling as the vengeful spirits whose claws scratch and teeth rattle just beyond the thick, putrid mist that seeps over its endless surface. Yet, through all the horrifying and inexplicable unknowns, this place has one certainty: it doesn't take kindly to guests. Meredith Haynes fell into The Second Stage during a routine surgery she was monitoring. She scrambled through it's empty expanses and fled from the decaying demonic mockery of a human being. With good fortune and great agility for a woman her age, she escaped with both her life and sanity, a miracle should miracles exist. Anyone of sound mind would never return, and spend the rest of their days in the company of friends and nights in the company of bright lights. However, Meredith met someone she never expected to see again, someone that might remove her from the ranks of those well advised souls that would never return. Now, in the days of silence thereafter, her mind wanders back to the one thing that might convince her to return, the one thing that will convince her to return. But what Meredith doesn't yet understand, is that the Second Stage has no windows, no entrances and no exits, for it accepts you when it wishes and releases you when it's finished.

Whispers in the Walls, de ShingCedj

They told me the house was empty. That the boy I was supposed to care for wasn't real. Just a doll. Just a job. But then I heard things. Felt things. The whispers in the walls, the way the air shifted like someone was always watching me. I should be scared. I should leave. But there's something about him-something that keeps pulling me back. Maybe it's the loneliness in his voice. Or the way he lingers in the shadows, waiting for me to see him. All I know is... I don't think I want to run anymore.

The Shelf, de jimmy_lynn

When Mara inherits her uncle's ridge cabin, seven rules are all that stand between her and the thing that wears her face. Mara never believed in mountain rules. Not until she unlocks her uncle's cabin and finds them: 1. Don't look out the windows after dark. 2. Burn your trash before sundown. 3. Don't follow the lights in the trees. 4. It wears your face. Don't speak to it. 5. If you hear knocking-ignore it. 6. Never invite anything in. 7. If you forget the rules... it reminds you. In the Appalachians, stories are warnings-and this place was built on both. The Shelf is an Appalachian folk-horror about memory, isolation, and the price of breaking rules that kept you alive. Read it with the lights on. And if something knocks-don't answer.

MISTAKES, de MrsYangSia

It was supposed to be a harmless dare. Five teens. One abandoned house. A journal no one should have read. Now something is watching. Seventeen-year-old Eliza Marrick only wanted to prove she wasn't scared. But after she and her friends step into the rotting bones of the Whitmore house, they awaken something ancient-and angry. One by one, the group begins to unravel, haunted by twisted versions of their own worst regrets. The rules are simple: Don't run. Don't hide. Don't make another mistake. But as the line between guilt and reality blurs, Eliza must face the truth: Some mistakes don't just haunt you. They hunt you.

Stuck Together (School Bus Graveyard x Male OC), de AE1THER

Being a loner in high school with zero friends absolutely sucks. It couldn't possibly get any worse... Right? Well, a visit to a haunted house for a school project just did. And now, nights just got a whole lot more messed up. All of this was just supposed to be a school project... Original Story/Webtoon: "School Bus Graveyard" By lilredbeany.

The Room with No Corners , de AshesInBlooms

There is a moment before the dream begins where everything feels still. A breath held between worlds. In that moment, time doesn't move forward or backward-it waits. That's where I exist now. In the pause. In the static. I don't remember the exact day I started to vanish. Maybe it was slow. Maybe I was too quiet for the world to notice. They say the mind protects us from things we cannot bear. But what happens when the thing you're running from is yourself? Somewhere, there's a house that doesn't belong to any map. Its windows never reflect sunlight, and its walls curve so gently that you don't realize they're watching you. There's a girl in the mirror who looks like me, but she remembers things I don't. There's a bathtub filled with water so still it feels like a grave. There's a man I created-kind, warm, and perfectly not real. And there's a truth waiting at the end of the hallway. I'm afraid of it. But I think I've always known it. This story is not a confession. It's not a warning. It's just what happens when the silence gets too loud. And the corners begin to disappear.

Addiction | JoongDunk, de the_darkness_diary

He was there. I could feel him, even though I couldn't see him. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his gaze on me, burning on my skin, my body, my soul. It was like a torture. A blissful torture.

The Beautiful Trapped Ghost (BWWM), de KassandraVivu

Liam left everything that he knew behind, his house, the neighborhood he lived in, and the city that he knew. Why? Because he needed a change. He needed a fresh start; he couldn't handle the gossips anymore, the neighbors whispering behind his back, the failed relationship that ended with a heartache for him and not his ex. He needed to be in a new area where no one knew what happened; no one knew the suffering he went through. So what does Liam do? He packs his things, sells his house, old furniture, and buys a new home in an area he's never even been in or heard of. Everything should go perfectly, right? This fresh start. Not quite, Liam has an unwanted guest in his new house, and this guest doesn't want to leave; she seems to be telling him that it's her house and not his. She's mistaken; this house was Liams. After all, he's purchased it for an excellent price and has moved all his new things in there. She's the one that needs to go, not him. So why is it that Liam is unable to kick her out of his home? Why is it that she won't leave?! or is it that she can't go. Strange things start to occur in Liam's new home, something that shouldn't be happening, spooky things, things that would happen in horror movies, and Liam doesn't know what to do. He starts to panic; he's the only one panicking; the unwanted guest, on the other hand, just stares at him with a smile as she throws her head back, letting out a chilling laugh. "We'll see who ends up leaving, because I am not going anywhere." She says.

The Eternal Tenant, de sainaslife

A cursed house, a forgotten ritual, and a girl trapped between the living and the dead. Sienna was poor, she had lost everything after her business went bankrupt. She had to sell everything and move to a more affordable city, somewhere quiet, away from all the drama and trauma. She found a small town, far away from where she lived. She started working as a waitress and was living in her car until one day she saw a rental ad, a beautiful Victorian Gothic style house in the woods, for such a low price! It seemed too good to be real, but she took her chances and arranged a meeting with the owner, unaware of the indescribable consequences that her decision was about to throw her way...

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HOUSE OF SHADOWS: SHADOWS WITHIN [ON EDITING] cover

The Second Stage cover

Whispers in the Walls cover

The Shelf cover

Stuck Together (School Bus Graveyard x Male OC) cover

The Room with No Corners cover

Addiction | JoongDunk cover

The Beautiful Trapped Ghost (BWWM) cover

The Eternal Tenant cover

HOUSE OF SHADOWS: SHADOWS WITHIN [ON EDITING]

To: The Storyteller From: Maeve "Evie" Stone Dear Storyteller, I never imagined my life would change so completely when I accepted the restoration project at Ashwood Manor. Do you remember the article about it? The haunted house with the enigmatic billionaire owner? Well, let me tell you the whispers didn't even scratch the surface. The manor itself is alive. I know how that sounds, but every creaking floorboard and flickering candle seemed to echo secrets, some about him, the brooding man who owns the place, and some about me. It started with a series of strange dreams. Labyrinths. Mirrors. A shadow I couldn't escape. And oh, when I met him at first, I didn't trust him. I wasn't sure I trusted myself around him, either. But as we uncovered the manor's past together, the walls between us and within ourselves began to crumble. This isn't just a story about a haunted house, though it has plenty of that. It's about confronting fears...my fear of commitment, of loving and being loved, and his fear of forgiveness. Together, we unraveled the labyrinth that held Ashwood in its grip, freed the ghosts of the past, and built something entirely new. I wish you could visit. He and I are planning an exhibit to share the journals and artifacts we discovered. It's our way of honoring those who came before us and making peace with the past. I thought I was going to Ashwood to rebuild walls. Instead, I rebuilt myself. Hoping you come visit soon. You won't believe it until you see it. With love, Evie