Analoghorror Stories

‼️TW: desc of violence/gore, kidnapping, manipulation‼️ You wake up on November first to that monstrous rabbit taking your blood, in a dark cellar filled with dead children. Disobedient children. When the rabbit starts to treat you like family, you assume with confusion that you must be doing something right. [Mysterious house fic disguised as a writing exercise. Updates will be irregular] [[Also this isn't tagged as ship for a reason, there is slight ""romance"" later on that is more manipulation, loneliness etc. than anything. But none of it is endgame. We don't do that shit here. soz]] [Art made by me! <3]

no not yet haven't thought of one. :/

[08/17/1956] It was a warm afternoon. Food was already set on the table. A birthday cake was right in the middle and Y/n was sitting right in front of it. His entire family was gathered around the table, singing him happy birthday with bright smiles on their faces. "... And happy birthday to you~" Y/n leaned over and blew the candles before the others clapped. His little sister ran to his side and asked with a big smile on her face, "What did you wish for, Y/n?" "Hm... But I can't tell because if I do it won't happen!" He reached out to pat Sherry's hair before their mother stood up and walked over to them both. "Why don't you both start eating, hm? You two wouldn't want to eat it when it's cold~" "Okay!" Their father on the other hand heard a knock and went over to check the front door. Y/n and Sherry immediately grabbed their plates and immediately started chowing down. "Who's at the door, Pat?" "I don't know!" As soon as Patrick opened the door, a loud bang went off and he collapsed on the floor. That was all that Y/n could remember that day, the last day his family was whole. [Title and other aspects may change overtime] PS. I am coping hard while writing

The world looks normal. That's the problem. Beneath familiar streets and familiar faces lie hidden rules, forgotten truths, and questions nobody seems willing to ask. The deeper the truth is buried, the harder reality works to keep it that way. After all, it's one thing for something to be hiding in the world. It's another thing entirely for the world to be hiding something.

When humanity discovers an angel named Uriel, they see more than a divine being-they see a source of power. Scientist Geoff Ernstmann becomes determined to unlock that power, leading to the creation of the Angel Engine, a machine built around something humanity was never meant to control. But Uriel's arrival was not an accident. As the machine awakens, the world begins to uncover a terrifying connection between angels, ancient civilizations, science, and humanity's forgotten past. What began as an attempt to save mankind slowly becomes a question of whether mankind deserves to be saved at all.

Fujian, 1998. Class 4-B. Su Lin and Mei Yue found a box that said "FOR TWO. DON'T OPEN ALONE." Inside: a radio and two hair bracelets. Rule: Put it on and never take it off. Whoever takes it off first - stays in the school forever. They thought it was a game. A prequel to "Don't Watch It Together". This is where the tape came from. Don't read it together.

Just finished HOLLOWMARCH by C.C. Knight and I don't even read horror, but this cursed-VHS nightmare had me reading only in broad daylight. Vividly imaginative, genuinely unsettling, impossible to put down. ARC review is live on Views She Writes. Add it to your TBR now. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

idk but it's like the OG MHS but other schools with its own students and teachers and there's buses that the students can use to travel to other locations in Horror World. also they are more queer rep

This is a cosmic analog horror story where our earth is becoming something deadly, we have no idea whats happening, hopefully we'll live right?

Oops! Looks like you took a wrong turn and ended up on the other side of the veil! Welcome to Under York, no not New York, Under York get it right if you wish to survive, mortal! These are tales of a mere little human by the alias Jax, and his inhuman companion The Doctor, as they search Under York for Jax's exit from the supernatural side of the veil into the human realm. Along the way Jax encounters a gang of mask wearing matrix manipulators with a coffee addiction, a temperamental eldritch horror known as The Nun, and her skeletal companion. Let's not forget about the mysteriously powerful entity known simply as, Zenith. She along with another entity known as The Cheshire, share a common interest in Jax. An interest the rest of these inhuman beings and even Jax himself don't fully understand.

(Not my art for any of the photos provided unless said so!!) + mini stories that can contain: horror, angst, and just happy endings !! + {there will be no NSFW, i respect the creators boundaries.} TRIGGER WARNING this story might contain: guns, violence, sui-cide, blood, religion, other weapons, and just overall tmc lore. IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED TMC BY ALEX KISTER ON YT PLEASE DO SO !!!!

The engine of Sodor survive a brutal infection, infecting a lot of engines and or killing them. Later the island was bomb and Edward goes back and dies.

This is just going to be random storys and stuff so yeah (slow updates)

A silly lil circus on a planet. but then the dumb x2 police get in and now it's not silly

The Tri-County area is currently on lockdown due to an ongoing issue concerning [redacted] beings. Please do not enter the counties of Donovan, Nelson, or Henderson. It's not worth the risk. (This is an analogue horror story inspired by The Mandela Catalogue for the most part.) Trigger Warning for Mental Illness, Suicide, Homicide, and other such topics.

Some frequencies are meant to remain dead air. It is October 1998, and Arlo Banks is suffocating in a purgatory of yellowed plastic, stale marijuana smoke, and the claustrophobic sub-basements of Channel 8. As a night-shift archival assistant and a functional burnout, Arlo escapes his mundane reality by abusing heavy strains of marijuana and diving deep into early internet lore and urban legends. When his passive-aggressive manager writes him up for unauthorized napping, Arlo retaliates by raiding a condemned sub-basement and stealing a sealed box of VHS tapes. He hopes to unearth a profitable piece of lost media to boost his reputation on the message boards. Instead, he brings home a biological puppet. The tapes contain The Happy Hollows, a rumored "Holy Grail" of lost media. But the broadcast does not stay on the screen. The footage begins to mimic Arlo's reality on a delay-a delay that is rapidly shortening. Arlo initially relies on the "Stoner Defense," rationalizing the bizarre events as weed-induced paranoia, hallucinations, or an elaborate prank. But the physical world begins to rot. His environment mutates into a tactile nightmare of "Damp Plush". Glass softens into gelatin , blood thickens into strawberry preserves , and human flesh takes on the texture of distressed velvet. Hunted through infinitely stretching hallways by a towering mascot named Uncle Corduroy and a swarm of Clay-Kin, Arlo must navigate the collapsing boundary between reality and the broadcast. He has to sever the signal before the frequency overtakes him entirely, transforming his own anatomy into polyester stuffing and rusted wire.

HELLO AND WELCOME TO MY DAIRY WHERE I KEEP MY SECRETS AND MY FRIENDS DO AS WELL :D

swear warning, this is also supposed to be an analog horror thing oh yeah my ocs are in here, its basically an oc thingy

on the surface, this seems to be an archive for a dreamwalker's nightmares. over the years, they have become increasingly strange. some are absurd, almost like a movie... and some involve a gruesome, tragic end. reader discretion is advised.

heh.. Zophie X Jen Alpha/j [WALTEN FILES]