Skeleton Closets: A Collection of Dark Micro-Fiction
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There's something lurking in the darkness of your room at night, it can see you cowering underneath your covers. There's someone outside of your bedroom window, waiting for you to fall asleep so the fun can begin. There's a little girl standing behind you right now, be a dear and turn around and please don't scream when she's playing with you.
There are other things waiting in your closet. Go ahead and open it.
The second micro-fiction collection from EvantheNerd83, Skeleton Closets contains stories about dark realities, supernatural terrors, and other disturbing truths that we would rather ignore. In this collection, you'll find micro-stories such as:
Wanna Come Over?- A text conversation between a teenage girl and her best friend who isn't who she says she is.
It Wasn't Their Fault- A tragic tale about recurring death and the story of one forgiving little girl.
Monster's Hungry- A little girl and her pet that's not your usual cat or dog or fish.... And that's always hungry.
Texting Through The Static- A text message warning about the truth behind the electricity powering your phone right now.
And many more from the horrific imagination of EvantheNerd83! Sit down, get a snack, get comfortable, and get ready for a showcase of disturbing, dark horror that will stalk you in your nightmares.
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Beneath the Shadowlanders
We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.Concluida
LIGHTS OUT
You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.
Behind Closed Doors
I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life. A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert. My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold that was most likely covering most of the room. My hands were tied behind my back, my feet tied together and I was sitting on the floor, propped up against a wall. I heard a slight shuffling across the room that was coming closer to me. I tried my hardest to keep my breathing under control to seem confident and fearless, but in reality, I was shitting my pants and squealing like a scared little girl on the inside. To say I was terrified was a drastic understatement. I was petrified, shaking with fear, but they were not going to know that. "Who are you?!" I demanded. If I was going to die, it would be with the name of my kidnapper. A voice boomed closely to me, "Well, if I told you that, this wouldn't be any fun." **************** Skylar James, a 24 year old girl, is kidnapped by a very well known gang who has a vendetta against her family. In an attempt to find light in her situation, she makes friends with one of the members. Logan Grant was forced into the gang at the young age of 16. He was abused until he became emotionless and ruthless, so that one day, he could rule the gang. Everything was going smoothly until Skylar is brought in. With a blindfold wrapped around her head, he instantly feels bad for her, though he cannot show it. Afraid of getting caught, he shows no emotion while others are around. Though, behind closed doors is a whole other story.Concluida
Not Your Average Ghostface X Reader
Hello my dear friends! You like blood? Violence? Subject matter of an explicit sexual nature? Then look no further than this: "Not Your Average Ghostface X Reader" (Ghostface X Reader) Story! Your boyfriend just stormed out of your house after (yet another) one of his outbursts. Getting into his car and leaving despite knowing damn well he was too drunk to be behind the wheel. You'd gotten so tired of the abuse, you almost hoped he wouldn't end up making it back. It seemed easier than breaking it off. Safer; for you, at least. But things seem to go from bad, to one hell of an adventure that you were not expecting. Your phone won't stop ringing. And the voice on the other line is not one you can recognize. He says he's after blood tonight, and you could have sworn you heard movement from inside the house. Will the stranger take another life tonight? Or will he take more than just that? Can you last the whole night alone with him? 18+!!!🔞 GRAPHIC VIOLENT AND SEXUAL CONTENT- NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AUDIENCES ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ : Blood, gore, dead insects/entomology-pinning/taxidermy, domestic violence/domestic abuse, physical assault, graphic sexually explicit scenes, mask kink, breath play/choking, knife play, praise kink, degradation kink, blindfolding, cuckolding, and murder.
Remember That Story..?
(BBS x Reader) The heavy, raspy breathing of running footsteps and scared teenagers were all I could process. I couldn't remember how we got here or where the hell we were...but we were so scared. We were terrified. My eyes widened as I came to a crashing halt into a bush, the males following after as they toppled over each other, including me. "It was a clear fucking path- where did this come from?!" I wasn't up to throw out suggestions but it must've been whatever was keeping us here to have stopped us from leaving. "Get up, we need to run!" I said with a heavy breath of tiredness "No we need to plan! We need- wait who the hell are you?" Who am I? Who are they..? ~~~ First Published: ,'3 ~~~ "Y/N you're always day dreaming, ha ha!" I passed her a look of recognition as I pulled out a smile for her. "A wild imagination I guess." "Yeah, a still functional one really! You're such a creative person." "Creative enough to kick your ass." She howled with laughter as she pulled out her phone and challenged me to our favorite competitive game. Next thing I know, I was stuck in a ginormous sticky web with a hiss of something big coming... ~~~ This is gonna be a horror story and a lot of fears are going to be explored in this book. I will list them in the Prologue. Enjoy! First Published: Sep. 12, 2023
Let Me Tell You A Story
Want to get the creeps? Scare your friends? Interested in facts and legends about spirits or ghost? Then this will be perfect for you This book will contain small stories, facts and riddles (or whatever I feel like updating/requests) that may scare you and your friends.Concluida
Hope Comes With Patience (Discontinued)
With you constantly fighting to get by whether it's dealing a sleazy boss, a landlord that apparently hates your guts or struggling in the ghetto parts of town; you find yourself getting fed up with it all. One night to drink away your misery sounds like a good idea.. right? You honestly weren't surprised to find that trouble was hot on your heels once again or in this case, well, okay it was your fault this time. Who knew you, someone who was convinced that you didn't need anyone, was willing to put aside your hermit ways to protect two heavily abused Bittybone. With a target now on your back, it's up to you to figure out how to get out this mess and keep your two new companions safe.Concluida
Anecdotes of Shadows (Micro Fiction Vol. 8)
Take a trip to places where shadows lurk and stalk, dark underbellies where the unspeakable roam. Take a seat, let them envelop you. Let them swallow you. And listen to their tales. In his eighth flash fiction collection, EvantheNerd83 regales us with new horror micro-fiction. In this collection, you'll find such accounts as: She was Stunning- A man finds a beautiful girl at the beach. Night Sounds- A little boy likes to listen to the noises that fill his house at night. The Warning- A message from the future brings with it a horrifying purpose. And so much more! So take a seat, grab a drink, turn off the lights, make sure that your children are still in their beds, and prepare to have your mind filled with the anecdotes of shadows.Concluida
We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.
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