Lurking Stories

Don't change a step.

Have you ever felt like you weren't alone when your the only on in the room. Like someone was watching you.

"“I know who you are.” She whispered into my ear. Suddenly, I felt something pointy at the base of my neck. I took my hands away from Martha and she swirled, getting behind me. Her arms encircled my neck and a dagger, size of my head was now pointed at my neck." Thekla Moore had the life every girl would evny, but the choices she made lead her astray from home and exposed her to a truth hidden from the whole Kingdom. Confused, she starts to have feelings towards her handsome bodyguard, but she is terrified of what future holds for her. "And with that I realised that I was a goner..."

A bound mummy with grotesquely elongated claws escapes its sealed chamber beneath Guanajuato, leaving claw marks, vanished workers, and creeping shadows as it relearns the hunt it was restrained from centuries ago.

In "The Antlered Grave," archaeologists uncover two ancient skeletons in Téviec, France, buried with care beneath a crown of antlers and shells. But as night falls, strange whispers, shifting relics, and spectral traces suggest that the bond between the women buried there-and the violence that ended their lives-has not yet found peace.

A bound corpse unearthed from the earth grins upward, its frayed wrappings straining as though the grave could no longer hold what once was buried alive.

Derrick is the man of Alexandria's dreams. Can a bond as strong as theirs truly exist or is it all just a figment of her imagination?

Ever have a feeling that you're being watched ? Don't ignore it , it could be more than what you'd expect ...

A short horror story about creeping around in a dark house.

In every empty room, behind every cupboard door, waiting in every dark corner of Selina's house lurk a trio of hideous monsters eager to fill her with terror - if only she would notice them. Part of Errors: A Short Story Collection.

A chilling tale of a Bronze Age necropolis where jeweled skeletons begin to stir, their ornaments twisting and shifting as something ancient and hungry awakens beneath the burial mound.

A street worker uncovers a buried skeleton with a massive hole torn through its left side-an opening that looks less like an injury and more like something that once escaped, still stirring beneath the soil.

The ghosts in the closet aren't always lingering where they should be... Are they in your head? Under your bed? Outside your window? Or maybe, right beside you. However, not all ghosts come to call for purposes to scare but for a reason unbeknownst to you, this story derives such a tale. Based on a partially true story that happened in my youth, in which I'll let you decide which part may be true~

An ancient tomb sealed to imprison a sinister presence awakens, its painted corpse and skeletal guardians hungering for every soul that dares to enter.

A wetland excavation uncovers a grotesque, tangled mass of impossible bones, awakening something ancient beneath the mud. As the ground begins to pulse and a towering composite creature briefly rises from the pit, the workers flee-leaving behind a seemingly calm marsh that still, unmistakably, breathes.

That is the time we lurk, hidden in the shadows. Watching your every move, we wait to strike. No one is safe after the sun goes down and the midnight moon takes it's rightful place high in the sky.

i wrote these poems on a green post it pad while i was out and bored....i will add them as i can and they will all be pretty much the same length cause well, i am bored and try to do it on one post it page thing. enjoy.

You and your 5 friends go on a road trip, but eventually the car breaks down.. atleast there's an amusement park, let's go check it ou-- ..... we're locked in.

A hidden pit in the earth hungers endlessly, where ancient bones stir in the dark, dragging the living down to join their restless, writhing remains.