Hauntings Stories

𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮 BOOK ONE | Resonant Series ☩☩☩☩☩☩☩☩ In the halls of Nevermore Academy, science bends to curiosity-and curiosity turns to obsession. He makes her his experiment. 
She becomes something far more dangerous. ☩☩☩☩☩☩☩☩ She had nothing to her name. No past. Only a power she couldn't contain let alone understood. He calls her an experiment. He makes her his. At Nevermore Academy, curiosity becomes control and affection becomes something unmeasurable. But Isaac Night doesn't believe in limits. And neither does Elena, the girl he's claimed. ☩☩☩☩☩☩☩☩ set in Wednesday series universe, pre-Addams family-I DO NOT own any characters from the series but my own. ☩☩☩☩☩☩☩☩ favorite ranks: #5 in isaacnight #2 in gothicfiction #6 in atmospheric

When a vengeful ghost begins haunting New York's City Hall, Mayor Adam Winter has only one option left: Julius Q Bygone, Supernatural Sleuth of Shadows.

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.💜🌻

Damia is perfection. A world-famous model with hypnotic beauty, untouchable elegance... and a mind that doesn't feel. She doesn't love. She doesn't care. She owns. People are nothing more than temporary amusements-until the night she encounters something impossible. A man with a gaze that bends power itself. A woman whose silence suffocates the air. Jorian. Velmora. The Demon King and Queen. Ancient. Dangerous. Untouchable. And for the first time in her life... Damia feels something close to desire. Not love. Not fear. Obsession. She doesn't want to escape them. She wants to possess them. But as Damia plays her twisted game of control, she makes one fatal mistake- She assumes she is the predator. When in truth... She has stepped directly into the domain of something far older, far crueler... And far more patient.

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.

Darkness was draped like a cloak over the world, but it was never the thing that would lead Humanity to extinction. Darkness wasn't cruel, blinding you out of spite, and it didn't control someones thoughts and actions. No. The reason for the end of the world? Humans. Also known as, The Natural Man.

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.

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 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 ."

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.

Lily thought the darkness was only in her mind. She was wrong. Haunted by blackouts, intrusive thoughts, and memories she can't trust, Lily joins her boyfriend, Lloyd, and a small group of friends-Teresa, Alexa, Miles, and Liam-on a cave exploration. But as the shadows deepen, her reality begins to unravel. Friends vanish one by one, and the danger isn't lurking in the cave... it's inside her. Alone with Lloyd, the one person she loves, Lily must confront the horrifying truth about who she really is-and whether anyone can survive the darkness she hides.

*SUPER SLOW UPDATE* 🕯️👁️✨ ONRYŌ ✨👁️🕯️ ✦ 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓼 ✦ ☠️ 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪... ⚰️ 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥. 👁‍🗨 𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖... 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘. 🪞 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡-𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰. 🌙 𝕎𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫-𝔦𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰. 📱 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖘... 🎥 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘... 🖥️ 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘-𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘. 💀 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘. 🔪 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 🩸 "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣... 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨." 🕷️ 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟... 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

🜂 "Rudra: The Flame Without Name" (A Poetic Ode to His Journey) > Born beneath three moons' embrace, A crownless child, a throne displaced. No Cosma marked his mortal skin, Yet storms of fate still stirred within. > A prince in halls where silence reigned, Their smiles for others, love detained. No mother's warmth, no brother's cheer- Just servants' whispers he learned to hear. > He named himself. For none would dare. "Rudra," he said. "I breathe the air. My blood is thin, my heart is loud, I do not need their praise or crown."_ > With twin blades dulled by time and rust, He carved his strength through pain and dust. In forests dark, through cult and flame, He faced the void and earned his name. > A gem upon his brow would shine, A gift from Time and Space divine. Yet powers bloomed not out of grace, But will to rise despite disgrace. > He fell, he bled, he stood again, While nobles scoffed and kin disdained. Yet still he walked, alone, unknown- A soul of fire with heart of stone. > No god announced his coming bright, No comet flared across the night. But when the world begins to break, They'll learn the flame they did forsake. > He is Rudra- The Child Unchosen. The Star Reborn. The Sword Awoken.

They say spring is a season of rebirth. They never say what it might awaken. A princess rises in darkness. Can she save her throne - or was it never truly hers? A knight swears to kill. Can duty survive when truth is not as it seems? A thief steals from kings. Is freedom worth the price of chaos? A scholar hunts forbidden power. Or will the secrets she chases find her first? In a realm born from longing, nothing blooms without consequence. And some blooms are not meant to survive the season.

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!**

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.

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.

❝ She won't leave me alone. ❞ Eight-year-old Alison Parker suffers from recurring episodes of sleep paralysis, where she finds herself frozen, unable to move or cry out. But what terrifies her most isn't the paralysis, it's the little girl who waits for her each night. Abigail is eight as well, with dark hair and a gaze that lingers too long. She doesn't feel like a dream. She feels real. As Abigail's visits grow more frequent, Alison begins to question where the nightmare ends and reality begins. And if Abigail refuses to leave her dreams. What will happen when she follows Alison into the waking world? 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥: 11 June 2021

#3 prosepoetry A poem of forgetting that walls are often the kindest. ----- #1 performance #2 panic #3 isolation #1 catatonia #4 socialanxiety ----- Content Warning: This collection contains graphic depictions of psychological collapse, medical trauma/institutionalization, self-harm imagery, and severe mental illness. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ----- A portrayal Of voice and silence, of hope and betrayal. Of how every lens shapes the fall. A speaker falters and is remade. An author is devoured by their own words. An actor is bound in gold, And an audience struggles to witness. Through hope, lost friendship, and relentless self-examination, This poem asks: what is truly seen, and what is left behind? ----- Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and poetry. If you are experiencing a crisis, please contact a mental health professional or local emergency services. Section 1: The Speaker - Complete ( this can be read as a standalone) Section 2: The Author - Complete ( this can be read as a standalone) Section 3: An Actor - Ongoing Section 4: Audience - In the Making

Salara Kregan has lived a normal boring life, nothing seems to change except for the day that a stunningly gorgeous british guy walks into the diner she works at. But something about him is completely and utterly infuriatingly wrong but oh so right about him. When she saves his life and finds out that he is the son of one of the most prestigious gangs in L.A. she finds herself caught up in a dangerous situation. To return the favor he hides her away from a rival gang but soon discovers that they are not the only ones he has to protect her from. Now she is forced to live with him in his house as his girlfriend and soon to be fiance. Will they fall for each other? Or will the bounty on her head get her killed before she can even say 'i love you'?