Weirdfiction Stories

Have you ever caught a shadow moving... ...but felt like it didn't belong to anyone? Samuel has. He's been trying to ignore them for years. Shadows. Shapes. Creatures curled up in the darkest corners of the city. Lately, though, he's started to feel like they've begun noticing him too. Maybe he's just losing his mind. Or maybe he's already stumbled into something far bigger than himself.

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

One night, a young man misses his exit. What follows seems impossible. A highway that abruptly ends. A diner that sits without customers. Children playing games at midnight. A motorcycle gang that seems to haunt the stretches of the road. As he wanders through a landscape of dreams, memories, and strange encounters, his search for a girl becomes something far more dangerous than it should be. A surreal literary fantasy about obsession, loneliness, and what happens when your world loses meaning.

Rowan Mercer has always noticed things other people don't. The crack in a classroom ceiling that looks like a river. The exact number of steps between home and school. The strange student standing alone at the edge of the playground. Nobody else seems to notice him. Then one day, the student vanishes. Not just from school. From everything. Teachers don't remember him. Students don't remember him. Even school records say he never existed. As Rowan searches for answers, they uncover a terrifying secret hidden beneath their town. Shadow-like creatures known as Hollow Ones feed on forgotten memories, lost identities, and the parts of ourselves we hide from the world. Now Rowan must face monsters that erase people from existence while struggling with anxiety, depression, friendship, and the impossible question of who they really are. Because the more Rowan learns about the Hollow Ones... The more they begin to realize the creatures have been watching them all along.

Liminal lands- Legacy 1 and 2, final part Genre: short story/Young teen mystery In a city haunted by the past, Legacy Jackson is drawn back to her childhood after receiving a cryptic letter from her missing sister, Jamyra. Memories of their shared laughter and childhood secrets collide with the chilling reality of Jamyra's absence, leaving Legacy desperate for answers. As she searches through the remnants of their old neighborhood and the eerie halls of Lovelace Middle School, Legacy grapples with her fragmented memories. Each familiar sight stirs haunting echoes of what once was, and when she encounters a girl who eerily resembles her sister, Legacy feels a mix of hope and dread. With time slipping away, she must confront the ghosts of her past and unravel the mystery surrounding Jamyra's disappearance before she loses her sanity-or will she succumb to time like others before her? Author's Note This is only the second draft of the final part, parts 1 and 2 are good. I already have a long list of revisions, expansions, and corrections I plan to make in future drafts, but I wanted to release it before the Backrooms movie as a small tribute to liminal horror and the stories that inspired me. I'd also like to dedicate this draft to my students, whose enthusiasm for series like The Backrooms helped inspire me to finally finish and share it. Thanks for reading. - L.B

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I had a dream so weird, I had to write it out like a short horror film. Cannibals, skateboarding on PVC pipe, and the most awkward dog moment in literary history. It's bizarre. It's dark. It's a little funny. You've been warned. This is a work of surreal fiction based on an actual dream. No dogs were harmed. No casseroles were consumed. And I'm fine. Probably.

"In Copperwood, the trees don't just grow; they wait. When Aaron disappeared into the marrow of the woods, he left behind a ringing sound that wouldn't stop. Now, with rosemary pulsing in her veins and an iron bell calling from the clearing, one woman must decide: what is she willing to leave behind to bring him home? A visceral tale of folk horror and the debts we owe the earth." Seven quiet vignettes weave subtle, creeping dread-no screams, no monsters, just the slow realization that the town itself is watching... and keeping score. Perfect for fans of atmospheric horror and slow-burn unease. What would you do if the ordinary started remembering you? Chapter 9 has now been added. The ledger has now been completed, or has it?

Barry is the new hire at the Gas 'N' Go. He's polite. Efficient. Always smiling. Maybe a little too much. Time bends. The candy rearranges itself. The security cameras catch things that shouldn't be there. Tina ignores it. Frank refuses to care. Conspiracy Chad is watching Barry very closely. Just another day at the Gas 'N' Go.

Nick gets a new Apartment. Rent is cheap, but there's a catch. Make cerfew or deal with... the Midnight octopus.

16-year-old Angela Hawkswell works and lives as an acrobat in one of the most successful attractions in Sunspot, Ohio -- Ms. Maisy's Marvelous Wonders. Her boss, Ms. Maisy, is more than a boss, but also a kind woman that Angela looked up to as a mother. One day, when Ms. Maisy didn't come to work, Angela visited her home only to find her dead, along with a book of strange writings and drawings of creatures. Now, with the help of her little-more-than-best-friend, Wendy, Angela is determined to figure out why Ms. Maisy died before the circus is shut down and they are separated from it forever. -- This is a work in progress result of a Call of Cthulhu tabletop roleplay that I play by myself (I'm Keeper and the player). I use various tools and tables to randomize events, clues, characters, etc. Do not expect this to be a coherent story. There will be plot holes and threads that are never touched on again. There will be inconsistencies. This isn't supposed to be the next And Then There Were None or The Dunwich Horror -- it's all just good fun!

Arkanoctis tells a strange, atmospheric mystery set in Reality Alpha-0001-A, part of the Fractal Multiverse. In 2007, in the fogbound country of Velvaria, in a remote village called Mirroway, a boy named Elroviq Matcheck arrives at Arkanoctis-a boarding school built on the ruins of an abandoned octagon-themed amusement park-where mirrors whisper names, time behaves strangely, and the forest seems to watch. A surreal, darkly playful short story about identity, hidden patterns, and the unsettling feeling that some places don't just hide secrets... they collect them.

Sheryl--aka Sherri, is your ordinary citizen with a job. In her late 20s, she thinks there's nothing left of her childhood anymore. But that is until...

Dr. Rosa Baum is certain she has found something no one else has. Alone in a secluded laboratory in South West England, she returns to a discarded experiment involving monkeys, typewriters, and probability. The results should be meaningless. They are not. One word keeps appearing where randomness should reign: Mass. As Rosa investigates, her equipment begins to malfunction. Messages appear without a source. Surveillance drones circle the site. The deeper she goes, the harder it becomes to tell where her research ends and her thoughts begin. Someone - or something - is paying attention. Stopping now would mean abandoning the discovery of her life. Continuing may cost her sanity.

While on an expedition to the legendary yet mysterious At-Tabar desert, a group of explorers stumble upon a structure who's origins are far sinister than they appear. Includes an author's note on the story.

In a rundown pizza joint at 5:30 A.M., a sleep-deprived paranormal freelancer sits in a booth he swore he'd never return to. His client? A frantic coworker who may or may not be haunted-again. The problem? A vengeful ghost, a cursed Chinese instrument, and a girl in the corner booth who never shows her face... but always asks the same chilling question: Why did you break the pi pa? Piece by cursed piece, the past is coming back-literally. And no amount of sharks, zoos, or call-blocking apps can stop it. Now it's up to one tired, overworked exorcist-for-hire to solve a supernatural mystery before the ghost does more than whisper. Welcome to The Death Booth-where guilt lingers, ghosts whisper, and breakfast is always served with a side of vengeance. ©All rights reserved (First published on Wattpad by Distinct-unique_bird. If you're reading this anywhere else, it was taken without my permission.)

Marco is thirteen, a kid who trusts facts, field guides, and the dream of becoming a wildlife biologist like his parents. He believes in what can be named, measured, and understood. But the world has stopped behaving. Animals act wrong. Ravens follow him. A girl's pendant glows when she's happy. A castle flickers between ruin and beauty. Magic isn't something Marco wants. It isn't something he believes in. But it's here anyway, mythic, wild, and impossible to ignore. As strange creatures and dangerous pursuers slip into his quiet California town, Marco must decide whether to hold on to the safety of what he knows or step into a reality that is bigger, stranger, and more alive than anything he ever imagined.

A museum night attendant checks a humidity alert in the textile wing and finds the Ashby Dress breathing inside its glass case. The building hums; rust blooms; the dress asks a simple thing-Wear me. Ruth steps across the line between conservation and use, consent stitched bead-click by bead-click, and learns there are only two honest choices: rust out or wear out. Quiet, intimate haunt-not gore but heat, memory, and the ethics of touch. Liminal, sensual, human-first horror. Content note: sensuality/consent themes; no explicit sex, no gore.

We Who Coil is a cosmic horror chronicle set in a post event Earth transformed by a vast, ongoing memetic and atmospheric anomaly that makes skyward observation deadly. After two key events, Icarus and Khonsu, civilization retreated into sealed vertical megastructures collectively called the Web of Babel.