Lurking Stories

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 woman plagued by strange bruises and restless sleep discovers too late that shadowy arms beneath her bed are feeding on her dreams-until they claim her entirely, leaving nothing but silence and handprints.

Every type of emotion is in here, i want people to be able to relate to what i write and understand it.

Alexander, a young novice forest ranger, is given the task to give some tourists a trip on the park's surroundings , until he decides a trip that ends on a seemingly harmless forest, in which dwells a dangerous creature that could be unleashed at the sight of intruders.

Here's to an oldie, but a goodie. I wrote this a few years ago, I recently rediscovered it. I edited it and it's even better than before. I am a semi-finalist in a contest with this poem so we'll see.

A buried tower of ancient skulls awakens in the jungle, stirring with rhythmic, bone-deep hunger as it rebuilds itself using the remains of those who dare to uncover it.

A decaying house hides restless entities beneath its floorboards, their scratching and dragging growing louder each night until the boards finally split open, unleashing something that leaves only empty dust and vanished footprints behind.

A shadowy figure with a knife haunts a flickering hallway, closing the distance in sudden bursts of darkness until silence shatters with inevitable blood.

Meredith Anne Hornsby is an average teenage girl. Her life seems dull and boring, until one day, she has a disturbing vision. She senses that something is wrong, but nobody believes her. What Meredith doesn't know is that something dark lurks within the meanings of these strange night terrors.

"He called himself righteous while clutching my mercy like a vice. When he turned from my hand and hid behind his sanctified mask, something inside me died quietly. That was the last funeral I ever attended for my own heart. Since then, I bury others." Eldra Vilespire stood as a pillar of obsidian amidst the swirling ash, her maid's uniform crisp and untouched by the soot that stained the sky. She was not merely a keeper of time, but its executioner-attuned to the uneven thrum of existence itself, from a newborn's panicked flutter to the wet, splintering gasp of a life collapsing into silence. To the world, she was a silent protector, a domestic shadow bought with a heavy purse of gold to guard the Vilespire bloodline. To her, the gold was merely a veil, a quiet peace purchased to drown out the bitter, screaming memories of an older sister she had left rotting in the cellar of her past. But peace had a foul, metallic taste today. Before her, the air shimmered with a sickening heat. Her master-the last scion of a holy lineage-was being consumed by the pyre. The scent of rendering fat and scorched hair hung heavy in the humid air, a cloying, sweet rot that made the villagers cover their noses even as they cheered. She watched with a clinical, frozen detachment as his skin blistered and wept, the meat of his arms blackening and peeling away from the bone like charred parchment. His screeches were no longer human; they were the sounds of a violin string snapping under too much tension. The mob roared, a singular, beastly sound of unified hate. They believed they were purging a demon, fueled by the whispers of a "miracle" girl and her destitute, hollow-eyed family. Eldra watched the little girl-the architect of this execution-standing at the front of the crowd. The child's face was a mask of angelic sorrow, but her eyes held the sharp, glinting greed of a crow.

A cursed forest hides a skull entangled in roots, feeding the trees with the dead while the earth trembles with something that refuses to rest.

Short scary stories for when you're bored :) !!Some of these stories aren't mine please don't report!!

It tells the tales of my inner struggles within a short but memorable period of my life

A steamy erotica novella about two unlikely lovers who come together to save the world. Will have you gripping your sheets, curling your toes, fists balled, and sweat dripping down your skin 100% guarantee to foam at the mouth All of ur fantasies will come ALIVE

(Completed Story) The wind howled through the trees, carrying with it a chill that sent shivers down the spine of twelve-year-old Lila Ashwood. She clutched her backpack tightly as she navigated the winding path through the sprawling woods behind her house. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting eerie shadows that danced like spirits, and Lila couldn't shake the feeling that someone-or something-was watching her. Note: People are allowed to make a second book if they wish, this is the only one I'm making

Could you resist? He couldn't.

For the residents of Blasket Island, isolation is completely normal. Off the southern Irish coast, they don't get many tourists and sometimes even the supply boats don't even make it to the harbour. They disappear into the night, sucked away by the shadows. The same shadows plague the local townspeople, rattling at the windows and screaming at the doors. Disappearances are frequent but the survivors know not to look for the victims. Evelyn has lived on the island all her life, and fights a private war against the shadows. She can feel them coming and knows when to lock the doors and turn out the lights. But the shadows are determined to destroy her, even if they have to wreck the entire island in the process.

A chilling tale of an ancient mummy whose flawless wrappings conceal a restless, malevolent presence-whispering, shifting, and haunting all who dare disturb its tomb.

A perfectly preserved fossilized beast awakens beneath a mountain, causing tremors and leaving fresh claw marks as something ancient and armored begins to free itself from stone.

A short story about a child who here's a young boy coming from the darkness of his room.