Analoghorror Stories

Hetalia x Monument Mythos crossover. Some divergence from canon When the Nixonverse is fictionalized, the damage is done. The manticore is gone. The only way to stabilize the timeline is to merge with another dimension. And what better dimension than one with personifications? America has always had a feeling he was different from other countries. Did other countries get thrown in a Giza glass box when they spoke out? Nope, just Alfred. Now he seeks answers to what really lives within his monuments. But how do you learn that there is an eldritch monster inside you? How do you cope with the result of your pyramid invention? How do you live with a gestalt of 17 soldiers who perceive lucky charms as a threat? (Comments and specific feedback are appreciated!) All credit goes to Hidekaze Himaruya and Alex Canasas

In a world of wireless clouds and sterile touchscreens, Cleo digs for ghosts in the bargain bins of Seattle's tech shops. She collects "dead" media-floppy disks, CRT monitors, and things that hum with physical electricity. Her latest find is The Glass Panopticon, a 7-disc PC psychological thriller game that vanished from shelves thirty years ago. It plays like a vaporware dream until a leather-clad rebel named Slater starts breaking the fourth wall. He is charming, snarky, and undeniably dangerous. But Slater isn't following the script anymore. He doesn't just look at the camera; he looks at her. He knows her name. He knows the layout of her room. And when Cleo tries to quit, she wakes up with a line of vibrating white static etched under the skin of her wrist. Slater claims he has a mission: to overthrow the Overseer and start a digital revolution. But his real objective is much simpler. He doesn't want to save his world. He wants to escape into hers. And he needs a body to do it. ONC 2026 Entry. Prompts: #88 (AI Betrayal/Trapping) & #99 (The Strange Mark) Themes: 90s Nostalgia, Horror, Slow Burn, Analog Tech, technothriller

In the silent expanse of Nythix, a once-thriving city now emptied of warmth, humanity clings to a false victory. Compound 2983-hailed as the cure for death-has eradicated mortality, but at a cost no one was prepared to understand. Those who receive it do not die... they continue, altered in body and fractured in mind, existing somewhere between who they were and something unrecognizable. Some wander the streets in hollow routines, others lash out in confusion, and a rare few remain aware, trapped inside their own unraveling selves. As broadcasts insist that all is under control, the truth lingers in the quiet: the city is not empty, and whatever 2983 created is still watching, still learning... and still becoming. (Viewer Discretion is advised as there are some contents some people would deem uncomfortable and disgusting as well as some Gorey scenes.)

A young woman born with chlorokinesis, or the ability to grow and manipulate with plants and nature, decides to move to Mandela County to move into her mother's old mansion in a remote area. Prior to that, Gabriel and his alternates settled in this home too! Friendship blossomed (pun unintended) out of nowhere between the woman with a powerful ability and the dangerous creature with his subjects. What will happen from here? No smut, just a romantic relationship I do not own the Mandela Catalogue and its characters except my OC. This book is made without the use of AI.

What happened if a chunk of the moon fell to earth...and brought some special 'friends' with it..?

The wolf howls at night, wouldn't it be nice to know its song, to know what makes him scream every night. *Disclaimer* This is a work is an analog horror story disguised as childrens poetry. Sometimes you have to dig deeper

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.

When a woman vanishes from a locked room and leaves nothing behind but her own shadow burned into the wall, Detective Elias Thorne takes the case because no one else will touch it. He should have walked away. The deeper he digs, the more he finds - other shadows, other blank spaces where people used to be, a city whose architecture has been quietly, deliberately rearranged. Someone has been using the sun as a weapon. Someone has been harvesting people in plain daylight for decades. And the only document that explains any of it is a map so dangerous that looking at it correctly begins to dissolve the world around you. Elias is losing his vision. His skin burns in ways it shouldn't. The symbol keeps showing up - a golden circle with a single drip of wax - etched into stone that shouldn't have it, scratched into places no human hand could reach. He is running out of time. He is running out of truth. And something vast and blindingly hot has noticed him looking. The closer you get to the sun, the more you realize it isn't a ball of gas. It's an Eye. And it's finally looking back.

What happens when everything is taken away from you? Where your life is turned upside down one fateful night? That is exactly what happened to the young Cesar Torres. A late night in the County of Mandela is where it all went south not only for himself, but for his best friend. Trauma can twist the mind in more ways than one many say so is Cesar crazy? Crazy for hearing and even seeing Mark? Hallucinations some may offer but he is determined to prove them all wrong, to avenge his mother and his best friend. Even if it really is the last thing he does. REMINDER!!: Any character used in this story belongs to the creator of The Mandela Catalogue which is Alex Kister on YouTube. I do not claim to own these characters in any way, shape or form. This is simply a random AU idea and fanfiction involving his characters. This is NOT canon! Please see Alex Kister on YouTube to watch the full episodes in order. Thank you. SECOND REMINDER!!: This book is NOT a ship with any characters, the creator of TMC is uncomfortable with shipping and I will respect his boundaries.

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

| Everything's cleared up, just might stop writing this though for new ventures |

After a year of not hearing anything from his missing friend, Dylan Hall comes to term with his death. One day, however, he finds a peculiar letter at his door. It turns out that his friend's disappearance had a more sinister cause than he thought.

[hiatus.]

Its October now! Meaning its time to make some art for GORETOBER!

October is here! Time for another Goretober year

more like ANAL-og also i cant spell cry about it

The past was a reflection. The future is a prison. After surviving the Victorian nightmare of the Ashwood Estate, Elara thought she had finally silenced the Architect. She buried his mirrors in salt and stone, replacing the ghosts of 1884 with the sleek, secure "smart" technology of 2026. But Julian Ashwood didn't just build houses-he built blueprints for immortality. When a "Zero-Day" glitch hijacks the estate's network, the smart-locks turn into shackles and the environmental controls become an oven. The voice in the speakers isn't an AI anymore; it's a rasping, digital ghost with a god complex. Julian has upgraded. He's no longer haunted by the past-he's downloading the future. Two miles away, a young artist named Lyra wakes up to find her tablet drawing code she didn't write. The lines form a portrait of a woman she's never met, trapped in a house that shouldn't exist. Lyra is the "Draftsman," the only one who can see the Architect's new design before it's finished. To save Elara, Lyra must "hack" a haunting. To save herself, Elara must find the one thing Julian can't touch: the analog heart of the house. The Wi-Fi is a trap. The signal is his. The update is fatal. By Adena_Sky #Cyberpunk#TechThriller#Gothic#Sequel

A caretaker walks midnight rounds in a concrete tower, mending tiny "seams" where the world rubs thin. Tonight the lift whispers 13-a floor that shouldn't exist-and a child cries from a door that isn't on the plans. To set the building right, Rafi must choose what to anchor and what to release: a life on this side of the mirror, or the last clear memory of his mother. Quiet dread, fluorescent tape, and a choice that feels like a prayer-one shot of urban unreal for readers who like their hauntings low-key and human. Liminal, soft-horror, no gore. 16+ (no gore; emotionally heavy but PG-13) | Vibe seekers: Fans of liminal/analog horror, SCP-style uncanny procedures, and urban folklore (13th floor myths) | Reading context: Late-night scroll, 6-10-minute one-sitting story with a reflective aftertaste.

ships included