Days after meeting the mysterious Mors, Omnia decides to enlist his assistance. Wanting to do more research on the current state from a more reliable source she makes her way to a little bookstore further into the city. Taking Mors with her, the duo navigate the city to make sure neither run into the "enforcement" that Andromeda Morganite has unleashed onto the streets.

When a grieving young woman inherits a forgotten countryside manor, she finds herself drawn to the sorrowful spirit haunting its halls. As passion ignites between the living and the dead, a dark secret rises from the walls and not all love stories are meant to survive the night

"Don't Wander Into The Forest" is a dark fantasy, horror, and paranormal story that I wish to continue as long as I got support! This story revolves around the main Protagonist, Charlotte Stone, a young girl who is cursed to see the haunted spirits of Oakheart. The townspeople are terrified of the forest that resides near their county as many missing people reports are made to those who carelessly wander deep into its shadows. Charlotte is determined to find out the cause of the people going missing, but will she be successful? Who knows...

After killing Detective Gregg. Smile gets a new job as an assassin. He kills the people that they want and how they want. No one is safe from Smile.

Chapter One of a story that blends romance and horror — atmospheric, eerie, and emotionally charged.

Smile: the Happy Days, is a story about a killer clown named Smile. He kills criminals that are under the radar of cops. Detective Gregg is trying to stop this monster.

A week after leaving the research center and finding the Stardust apartments to reside in, Omnia begins to keep track of the random happenings of her life there. From children playing, all the way to the meeting of strangers. She is trying her best to acclimate to life outside of confinement. Doesn't help that unwanted visitors keep finding their way to Omnia's abode.

i want a mirror but the mirror breaks not physically but the unbearable pain breaks it the monster in the end, will not abandon me i live with it, as i destroy every mirror

Does the ominous atmosphere at the Tucker residence warn them of upcoming troubles or has fear for Shayla left Mark and Sher a bit paranoid?

This is my first poem I ever wrote. It tells a story of a man being haunted by his abusive wife’s ghost after murdering her at the night of their wedding day.

A gothic poem about a woman, whispers in the night, and one fateful night she finally figured out the truth.

It starts as a soft hum—barely audible, like someone breathing through a closed door. Then the strings creep in: slow, off-key, like they’re being played underwater. A piano follows, each note too perfect, too cold, like a machine imitating grief. Underneath it all, whispers—not words, just the shape of them. But the longer you listen, the more they sound like your name. Halfway through, the melody shifts key in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Like reality just bent. Then silence. But it never really stops. It stays with you—growing louder in the quiet, reshaping itself in your head. And soon… you’ll find yourself humming it.

This story is about someone who is moving into their new apartment and comes across something very disturbing.

This is a fake game of bugsnax that starts from a package to a Journey to stop what he started. An apocalyptic world of bugsnax.

this is a huge spoiler to bugsnax the game but it is a first person story from the journalist this is also bilingual

This is a spooky short interlude chapter, perhaps foreshadowing? Or perchance a flashback? Up to reader's interpretation.

Some stories are meant to be read. Others....are meant to stay buried. In this chilling tale, a young women uncovers a book that doesn't just tell a story-it writes one. Page by page, word by word, her reality begins to twist into something unrecognizable. One warning echoes throughout: some books don't want to be closed. Turn the page-if you dare.

When Emily accepts a dare to spend five minutes inside the infamous 7th staff of her school's haunted girls' bathroom, she thinks it's just a harmless thrill. But what starts as a prank quickly turns into a nightmare as the door locks behind her, lights fail, and eerie whispers fill the air. Haunted by the ghost of a murdered cheerleader, Emily faces a chilling secret that refuses to stay buried-and a reflection that might not be her own. Will she escape, or become the next victim of the 7th stall?

Then, one morning, he found it. A single, perfect bloom had unfurled. It was a flower unlike any he had ever seen. Its petals were a deep, velvety black, edged with a shimmering silver that seemed to absorb the faint light. It exuded no fragrance, but held a strange, unsettling beauty.

The whisper slides through the walls, slipping beneath the door like curling fingers. It doesn’t sound human. Not quite. "Where are you?" The bed feels colder. The air heavier. The resident presses themselves against the mattress, muscles locked, refusing to move. If they don’t acknowledge it, maybe it won’t find them. But the voice doesn’t need an answer. It already knows. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. And then— "Found you."