Haunting Stories

*****A gothic Wednesday AU***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on silence. Pressed uniforms. Polished stone. Perfect control. And something ancient buried far beneath its halls. When a student collapses mid-class with glowing sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists the situation is contained. The students don't believe them. Thorn Rosales, a half-vampire psychic known for trouble, hears the disturbance before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by the Hyde and his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols appearing across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Together, they uncover a truth Reichenbach has spent centuries burying. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and forbidden connection. Where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing.

Sebastian is the kind of person who has everything under control. Structured mornings. Clean work. A life that runs exactly the way he designed it. No chaos, no loose ends, no complications he didn't choose. The only problem? He keeps losing hours he can't explain. A glass on the wrong side of the sink. A route he doesn't remember walking. Three letters spray-painted on a canal wall that shouldn't feel personal - but do. ADR. Then there's Adrian. Charming, reckless, and living pieces of Sebastian's life without his knowledge. And beneath them both, something darker. Something without a name that only leaves evidence. When the fractures start to show, Sebastian begins to realize that the life he's been so carefully controlling might not have been entirely his to begin with. And the man underneath all of it - the real one, the original one - has been buried so long he's almost forgotten how to breathe. Some people lose their minds. Dravid Havor built new ones. 🩸 Psychological thriller. Dark themes. Slow burn identity unraveling. Not a horror story. Something worse - a true one. Updates weekly. Read with the lights on. Or don't. Sebastian would tell you it doesn't matter.

Abigail has never seen the sun. Hidden beneath stone and silence, she has slept for centuries-waiting, forgotten, untouched by time. But something is changing. The world above is shifting, calling to her in ways she cannot yet understand. When the veil between past and present begins to thin, Abigail is pulled into a reality far different from the one she was born into-one filled with strangers, flickers of warmth, and a haunting sense that she was never meant to remain hidden. But not everything awakening is meant to be found. And not everyone watching her is human. As secrets unravel and shadows begin to follow her every step, Abigail must discover who-and what-she truly is... before the darkness that created her comes to claim her again.

Colette Dubois has spent years trapped in a cold manor under the rule of her cruel stepmother-until she is sent away to Madame Louette's Disciplinary Academy for Girls. Whispers follow her arrival: of disappearances, of secrets buried deep within the academy walls, and of a bell tower no student is meant to enter. Armed with nothing but a tarnished key and the fading memory of her father's final words, Colette is determined to uncover the truth. She has spent her whole life searching for freedom. But Colette may have walked into a prison far worse than she imagined.

When Hope Gardner receives a letter claiming she's inherited a long-forgotten family estate, she thinks it's a mistake - until she arrives at the crumbling Rose Estate and realizes the truth runs far deeper. The halls whisper names she doesn't remember. The portraits seem to watch her. And every locked door hides another question she's not sure she wants answered. What secrets does the Rose Estate hold for Hope? Or has she walked straight into a trap built by her own bloodline?

In a village where the river remembers names and the soil listens, silence is never empty. Noziphozamandla (Gift of Power) returns home carrying a grief she does not yet understand-unaware that death has already crossed her path, that her bloodline hums with secrets older than language. At night, the drum begins to speak. Soft at first. Patient. Calling not to her ears, but to her spirit. Children chant where no children should be. Shadows move without bodies. And something small watches from the dark, waiting to be acknowledged. Rooted in South African ancestral lore and whispered truths of witchcraft, When the Drum Speaks is a slow-burning, unsettling journey into the unseen, where amadlozi (ancestors) walk beside the living, gifts are inherited in silence, and ignorance is the most dangerous curse of all. Some stories are read. Others are answered.

"The devil couldn't reach me," I said. But he was already wearing the face of someone I once called love. They say the devil lives in temptation, but I found him living in memory. In the voice that told me to stay when I should have run. He wasn't a monster with horns or fire. He was quiet, mysterious, gentle-and he mirrored every fear and wound I carried inside.

Edmund comes to the remote village of Black Thickett to escape the life grief has carved out of him. He wants silence. Distance. A place where memories can't follow. But Black Thickett is wrong in quiet, unsettling ways. The broken road becomes perfectly smooth the moment he crosses the boundary. The cottages are too neat, too deliberate. And on a noticeboard full of dry flyers, only one poster is wet. A missing boy, smiling as if he doesn't know he's lost. The villagers won't talk about the disappearances. The forest at the edge of the village seems to breathe, and the deeper Edmund goes, the calmer he feels... dangerously calm. The forest can quiet his pain. It can ease his grief. It can make him forget. But not everything that heals you wants you to survive. Welcome to Black Thickett, where you'll find my entry into the ONC 2026.

Celia Jones can talk to the dead, but getting on with them is a different story. She always has at least three spirits following her around, complaining about their relatives, or the inadequacy of their funeral arrangements. The latest is a murdered actress, Maude Domby, but she's less interested in denouncing her killer than in accusing the understudy of stealing her favourite pearls. When the charming but utterly fraudulent medium Stanley Winter holds a séance to contact Maude, Maude insists she and Celia should attend, to see people mourning her 'properly'. But the séance ends up implicating an innocent woman, and now Stanley Winter is banging on Celia's door, begging her to help him find Maude's real killer. Unfortunately, helping Stanley Winter could lead Celia to confront her other power - the one that's both lighter and infinitely darker than talking to the dead. ONC Prompt: 72. A real necromancer sits in on a fake séance.

Seventeen-year-old Elena Monroe was supposed to be crowned the Dancing Queen. She got dressed. She took the pictures. She never made it to the dance. Five years later, Jonah Reed returns to Hollow Bridge-a town that buried the night she vanished under rumors, silence, and a banner that reads TRADITION RETURNS. But the closer Jonah gets to the truth, the more the story begins to unravel. Elena wasn't running. She wasn't alone. And she was afraid of someone no one wants to name. As old friendships fracture and buried secrets resurface, Jonah is forced to confront a haunting possibility: Elena didn't disappear. Something happened to her- before the music ever started.

When seventeen-year-old Naya Porter moves from Boston to rural Georgia to live with her dad and aunt, she expects to be bored out of her mind. But there's something in the woods behind her aunt's house that has other plans for her. Something old and hateful that's trapped behind a twelve-foot-high brick wall that her family has guarded for generations. With the accompaniment of four new acquaintances from school, ranging from emerging crush to low-key nemesis, Naya must lead a deadly expedition through a breach in the wall where she'll encounter a nightmare-scape mash-up of horrifyingly real haunted houses. **New chapters drop weekly on Fridays!**

Du bist mein Geheimnis. Mein einzigstes & größtes. Handsome & Haunting. - Alexis hat keine Ahnung wie man trauert. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt wo ihre beste Freundin stirbt und sie von Logan's Haus abhauen muss. Etwas was nicht ihre Schuld ist, doch ihr für immer angehangen wird. Sie und ihr großer Bruder, Sam, wuchsen ohne Eltern auf. Somit waren sie Waisenkinder. Und obwohl Sam für immer auf sie sauer sein wird, liebt er seine Schwester trotzdem und lässt sie sogar bei sich wohnen. Zwischen Geheimnissen, Joints und nicht wissen was Liebe ist, findet sie jemand ganz besonderen am Strand sitzen. Ihr Geheimnis.

He was adored for his beauty and feared for his cruelty. Then he was cursed. Exiled to the bell tower of Saint-Sulpice, Édouard Valmont becomes a monster in the eyes of the city. Merely an unseen voice behind the ringing bells. But when a traveling performer named Lysander discovers the man beneath the deformity, something begins to awaken inside Édouard: a longing he has never known. Yet the cathedral hides more than stone and prayer. And when a powerful church official's obsession turns into a threat, Édouard must confront the darkest truth of all: redemption may require a price he cannot pay. A gothic tragedy of love, vanity, and the unbearable weight of becoming worthy.

'He had spent his life chasing a reflection, never noticing the life waiting for him behind his own back.' A mirror. A lighthouse. A curse whispered across generations. Silas Hale dreams of a lighthouse that calls him, and a mirror that whispers his name. Every time he follows it, misfortune follows too. The wind never quiets. The mist never lifts. And the sea ... waits for him to return. Prompt-34. "You have to sail the seven seas to find the lost treasure, but treasure means different things to different people, what treasures will you find at worlds' edge ."

𝑨 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒏𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.💜🌻

She thought being forgotten was the worst thing that could happen. Then someone remembered her. Elira Vale wakes up to a nightmare: her mother doesn't know her. Her school has no record she exists. Her reflection vanishes. Every twenty-one minutes, anyone who sees her forgets she was ever there. Except for one person. A boy with silver eyes. Aiden. He remembers her. And he's the reason she started disappearing in the first place. Now, hunted by memories that don't belong to her and a notebook she doesn't remember writing, Elira must unravel the mystery of who she is... Before the world erases her for good. Or worse-before she remembers why she asked to be forgotten.

Velvet wakes in a cold white room with no memory, a stranger's reflection in the mirror, and a haunting song echoing in her head. Her name, her past, her love-they've all been stolen. Replaced. As whispers follow her through sterile halls and porcelain-faced dolls watch her sleep, Velvet begins to unravel the truth: she is part of a twisted experiment where memories can be erased, rewritten, and sold. The Dread Doctors call it progress. The elites call it salvation. But for Velvet, it's a prison. Hunted by her own clone and betrayed by the man she once loved, Velvet must escape the labyrinth of false lives before she forgets who she truly is. Along the way, a nurse with secrets, a lover with divided memories, and a trail of crimson flowers lead her deeper into a conspiracy that warps love, identity, and time. Because somewhere beneath the lies and layers... She still remembers.

Set in The St.Michael Orphanage

A collection of poems about devotion, distortion, and the quiet violence of staying too long. These pieces trace the shape of a girl who learns to soften herself into something loveable-only to realise she has given too much away. Through images of blades, smoke, and flickering memory, the poems move between longing and resistance, capturing what it means to hold onto something that hurts, even when you know you shouldn't. This is not a story of love. It's a story of what lingers after.