Terror Stories

EPILOGUE WILL BE FREE STARTING JUNE 29TH, 2023! Diana wakes up in pain, tied to a bed and unable to escape. She's been trapped by a group of surgeons with a twisted passion and she's their next victim. ***** Diana Slater, a typical University student, wakes up in pain, tied to a bed and unable to see. After a mysterious figure, known only as Dr. Sweeney, nurses her back to health she finds out the truth. The Doctor has kidnapped her and given her a cat's eyes as part of a larger ploy to turn humans into collectibles. Now she's being trained by Ben, another patient, with the skin of a snake, on how to behave. Diana and Ben are forced to work together to try to escape the murderous doctors - until she discovers Ben might not be the victim he makes himself out to be. The only person Diana can trust is herself, and if she fails, her eyes won't give her another nine lives. [[Winner of the 2018 Fiction Awards for Best Horror Story]] [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

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The first time I woke up, it was with a simple purpose: Dismantle. When we were sent to Copper 9, the planet was already a frozen wasteland. The sun had died, or at least that's what the file my system loaded upon landing said. The reason didn't matter to me. All I knew was that there was an endless list of targets: Worker Drones. The first one didn't even have time to scream. I reached him before he could react, my claws piercing his torso and extracting his power source. Over time, the Worker Drones adapted. They were no longer easy prey and began to organize. Some built stronger shelters; others developed makeshift weapons. Each mission became harder, more chaotic. My companions, V and J, seemed to enjoy the increasing violence. For them, every hunt was a game, an opportunity to hone their skills. I pretended to feel the same, but inside, something was starting to break. I made mistakes, let drones escape that I could have eliminated. V accused me of being "too soft," but she never reported me. Maybe because she thought I was harmless, just a temporary glitch. But I wasn't. I didn't know that soon I would find someone who would change everything, someone who would show me I wasn't alone in my confusion. But until then, my existence remained an endless cycle of unanswered questions and an increasingly hollow purpose. That void needed a revolution.

The Terror Tales of Sodor are a collection of horror stories told to me by the engines of Sodor during my various visits there. Some of them are quite disturbing, so be warned.

"An Elite Mecha Squadron in a galaxy at war." In a galaxy torn apart by a war of attrition, the Solar Hegemony is on the brink of collapse against the ruthless, pragmatic Void Syndicate. The Syndicate employs tactics of terror, deception, and biological warfare, crushing morale and defying all conventions of interstellar law. In a desperate last gambit, the Hegemony activates its most dangerous and powerful asset: Experimental Unit 77, callsign: "Honor Force." Honor Force is an elite mecha squadron whose pilots are psychologically bonded to their machines, known as "Chevaliers." These mecha are powered by "Aetherium," a rare energy source that resonates directly with a pilot's adherence to the ancient Knight's Codex-a rigid doctrine of chivalry, fairness, and battlefield honor. The Core Tension: The stronger a pilot's integrity and commitment to the Codex (e.g., announcing a challenge, protecting civilians at all costs, refusing to strike an unarmed foe), the more powerful their Chevalier becomes. But this very strength is their greatest weakness. The Honor Force is a relic of a bygone era, a scalpel designed for a duel, thrown into a war that demands a sledgehammer. The story follows the young, idealistic leader of Honor Force as he discovers that in a war against an enemy with no honor, his code may not be his greatest weapon, but his deadliest flaw.

Hay personas que suelen decir que aquellos que no tienen memoria necesitan cicatrices, pero en el caso de Henry Bowers él tenía ambas. Henry recordaba todos los golpes, los insultos, las noches que había pasado en la calle huyendo de lo que le deparaba en su casa y sin duda recordaba lo cobarde que se sentía, pero no le hacía falta recordarlo porque él tenía cicatrices, innumerables cicatrices. Pandora Donovan solo tenía memoria, quizá más de la que deseaba. No le gustaban los últimos meses de su vida, no le gustaba Derry ni la forma en la que todos parecían más pendientes de ella que de sus propias vidas. A veces Dora deseaba poder olvidar gran parte de las cosas para sentir que podía vivir en paz con todo, con todos. Pero en Derry nadie encuentra la paz, nadie está a salvo y nadie sale ileso.

In Jakarta, what was meant to be a night of celebration turns into chaos when an attack hits Merdeka Palace - right before the nation's eyes. Detective Lola Lux, a sharp but stubborn police detective, never wanted the spotlight. But when the attack happened and whispers of a larger conspiracy begin to surface, she's pulled into a deadly game of secrets, lies, and power. Alongside her are Raka, a rebellious rich kid with a knack for trouble, and Adrian, a refined yet reserved strategist who hides surprising talents. As the country mourns, someone is already planning the next move. And Lola's about to find out - the truth always comes with a price.

Adrian's successful trial of the Jahanam Missile aboard KRI Martadinata ignites tension across Southeast Asia, threatening the region's fragile balance of power. While investigating the mysterious Flight 333, Lola uncovers a ghost from her past - hidden deep within the impounded race car they once commandeered. Her discovery pulls Raka and Lola into an unexpected web of intrigue - one that reaches into the shadowy world of nuclear deterrence. When President Arsyad is kidnapped in a violent terror attack and conflicting orders fracture the chain of command, Lola must decide where her true loyalty lies. Can Raka and Lola rise above the chaos - and rescue President Arsyad before it's too late?

a Creepypasta story with a cursed school where my OC's - Zara,Kato,Nadira,Cory and Lyra - have to save the school.Zara and her friends just came to a new school and they just got to be friends.they are friends for only a week. the questions now are:will they manage to safe the school?will they survive it at least?which creepypastas will they meet?will their newfound friendship break because of such a terrorising adventure? read to find out!

the paralytic girl narrates the story of a crazy scientist who made experiments with meerkats, discovering one day that these have the quality of eating without making a sound then he fuses a kid with a meerkat and by accident a guillotine falls over her and cut her legs and throws her at a dump the kid looks for vengeance and then the scientist vincent has to end her before she ends him

(Book 2 of Vanished) It's been four months since everyone over the age of fifteen vanished. As food becomes scarce, hunger sets in. People desperate to get even something that wasn't canned around there. Now the real danger has begun. One powerful snowstorm, unlike any storm you'd see in society. When touched by the snow, you get burned. If you inhale the wind, you will become ill with a deadly virus. To make matters worse, the electricity has completely gone out. With the stress of injuries and illnesses, death begins to take a huge toll on their population. It all seems to be the end of everything for them. However, there are unexpected dangers such as people or even actions that may change everything.

Sigue a Benja y sus amigos en esta aventura épica llena de misterios y mucho más..

The day the delivery man became the "King of Orders", he suddenly entered a perilous game world. Here, he was as confused as when he first became a rider. However, what awaited him was a game of life and death. How will he become the king of this game? Let's wait and see...

BLINDSPOT ━━＊ SON LOS PUNTOS CIEGOS que oscilan frente a tus ojos, murmura una lejana voz a la que el timbre no se le reconoce, esos, mira bien, porque ahí es en dónde estoy y en dónde me quedaré, dice en un susurro y al terminar, es ahí a dónde pertenezco, y es ahí mi dominio, y si miras en ellos, tus ojos dicen una cosa, pero ahí se dice cualquier cosa, declara con una sonrisa. Y el velo vuelve a caer. ( jujutsu kaisen fanfiction ) ( male oc ) ( Todo arte utilizado en BLINDSPOT pertenece a sus respectivos creadores. Todos los créditos a ellos por tremendo arte ) OurColors © 2020

(REMEMBER, THIS REMAKE AND REWRITTEN VERSION OF OLD STORIES IS NAMED "Hunger") Before you might read it, this content is noted for blood, deaths, disturbing, body horror, and graphic violence (you can leave here if you have to, reader's discretion is advised) This is a story known for a forest protector named Ginger Red Rood, a Red-haired girl who protects others for their families at the wooden village, Ginger can keep herself safe and sound as it came up, but they should be warned about a dangerous creature that wanders the city streets and forest, too, it's because of his huge appetite can't help it he keeps fed off people with their blood when there's no edible items with himself due to relentless hunger... As long as you could tell him he was begging and wanted food but you dared to deny it with refusal you'll be dead soon easily.... Ginger is willing to keep her promise of protection and guarding villagers, she visited every inhabitant's place that is abandoned by a shutdown leading to her investigation or somewhere to search... Ginger will always need to survive and avoid the hungry shadowy creature that comes after her, apparently, she moved over and over till she reached her past through escapement when she found an exit sign and let herself off without troubling her

A Mysterious Cult called the sixth order want to change the course of Humanity Forever by enforcing their desires on every country their stationed in. the leader Rin Oden is planning A Genocide and uses false goals of change to Deceive his followers with the state of the world astake. their opponents who is Called Infernal squad gather the Country's strong five and Assign them one task to destroy the Cult from the inside out. it won't be easy

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒, 𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁. 𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒿𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓇𝑜𝓁. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇. 𝒲𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁. 𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈, 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒. 𝒥𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓈, 𝒽𝑜𝒶𝓍𝑒𝓈, 𝒻𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉. 𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒾 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝓌𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝓌𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓉. 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾 𝒶𝓂 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🩸 | ENCARCERADO PELA SUA NATUREZA GROTESCA . . . LAERTE MATAVA PORQUE PERDEU O CONTROLE. 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🩸 | Laerte acordou sem lembranças. Não reconhecia o escritório bagunçado, o amontoado de folhas cheias de anotações e livros de pesquisa com símbolos estranhos espalhados pela mesa. Não reconhecia os nomes na sua lista de contatos, muito menos a voz feminina chorosa em seus recados de voz. Não reconhecia nem mesmo o homem de aparência exausta e olhos tristes no espelho. Naquela manhã, Laerte acordou sentindo-se como um intruso dentro do próprio corpo. O que, de fato, ele era. 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🩸 | Tudo o que ele podia fazer era imaginar, caminhar no escuro. Juntando as peças do quebra-cabeça confuso que era a sua mesa de trabalho, ele pode imaginar que era um jornalista. Passando os olhos por cima de documentos, anotações, diários e matérias de jornais, Laerte pode concluir que uma criatura bestial trouxera a morte para o Paraná, e algo lhe dizia que a natureza do próprio era um pouco mais sombria do que gostaria. E que, talvez, não se lembrar de quem era fosse a melhor coisa que já lhe aconteceu. 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🩸 | E por fim, lendo suas conversas com pessoas que ele poderia jurar que nunca conhecera na vida, cada gota de sangue em seu corpo teve a certeza de que aquelas eram as peças fundamentais para solucionar esse mistério que a crueldade do destino lhe enredara. Ou, com a incrível sorte que tinha, elas apenas fossem os pilares da sua decadência inevitável. Um espetáculo que terminaria em sangue. PLÁGIO É CRIME! GRAPHIC BY ME! INICIADA EM: 13/11/2025 FINALIZADA EM: __/__/____

A man that loses nothing is a man that has nothing to worry about. A man that has lost everything however is one that will seem to see the light of day to his benefits. On the verge of cancerous brain tumor and down on luck, a man named Eddie Brock seems to be struggling with his life on the day to day basis of plans on trying to get by, however things get weirder is when he gets the call to check out and shoot photos for the sight of a crime scene that had happened later on discovering the body of a random woman he takes photos for his job at the Daily Bugle due to that something has followed him home after leaving. Something that isn't supposed to be in this world and that something has formed a parasitic symbiotic bond with him.

Em uma cidade pequena na América do Norte, existe algo que toma formas e crianças desaparecem estranhamente desde 1950, mas o número de desaparecimentos aumentou recentemente de 1951 a 1952. (Izabella Costa-16/11/2025)