Trauma. It's all around us, leaving no one out of its grasp. Omnia is confronted with a small ground that can control trauma, and some specific types. Though she hopes they will be helpful as much as their leader, Mors, has been she does wonder. She wonders if they will betray her in the end because of their domains. Or will they surprise her? Only time will tell. In the mean time, she waits by doing some damage control with the resistance. New arrivals can cause a lot of unwanted tension.

The girls name are Eliana, Sophie, kallia, and Mikayla. They rent out a unknown haunted house as only ONE of these girls come out can you guess who?.. !PS THIS CONTAINS BOOD, SCREAMING, DRINKING/ALCOHOL, AND CURSING!

They Whisper in Red follows a man trapped alone in a decaying apartment where the walls seem to breathe, bleed, and whisper secrets only he can hear. As the sinister presence behind the peeling wallpaper grows stronger, he descends into madness, unable to tell where his mind ends and something inhuman begins. Haunted by visions, grotesque transformations, and the chilling knowledge that he is becoming a vessel for ancient horrors, he must confront the truth: there is no escape from what has already claimed him.

In The Whispers of Room 209: Descent, a broken man seeks refuge in a decrepit motel room haunted by sinister whispers and lurking shadows that slowly twist his grief and guilt into madness. As he fights to hold onto reality, paranormal investigators arrive—only to discover a horror far darker than they imagined.

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Prologue snippet of my writing project: Hollow Black. Hollow Black is the unofficial name, but it has meaning and is seen in the actual manuscript a good deal. Enjoy!

A weary traveler checks into the Pinewood Motel, hoping for a quiet night’s rest in Room 209. But as darkness falls, unsettling whispers drift from the walls—voices that seem to know everything about him. What begins as a vague unease quickly spirals into a terrifying ordeal as shadows stir and reality unravels, revealing that Room 209 holds secrets no guest ever truly escapes.

Darla follows her mother on a scavenging expedition. Curiosity and the need to prove herself take the girl on a road that might be too dangerous for the likes of her.

When we swung around a jungle bend on our patrol boat, we discovered the river had already swallowed its dead: a half‑sunken recon launch, blood‑slashed planks, and no survivors.

Staying with the resistance for a while longer, Omnia and Mors grow to learn more about one another. Doesn't take long for some drama to hit, pressuring Omnia to make a choice. Choices made, revelations brought to light, and mysteries begin to pile up. Who is this mysterious man who's name seems to haunt Omnia? With the knowledge of what Omnia has done, will others be so accepting like Sorina? Only time will tell. Small wins. Perhaps bigger losses.

She came every night- not with comfort, but with a touch that hurt. Tickling until tears fell, until begging was the only sound left.

An innocent girl begins to sense something's off when she begins reading a new novel, she's told she's overeating. Then comes the chilling truth: she's being stalked in the most bizarre way imaginable. But uncovering the stalker is only the start of it... her real nightmare is just about to begin.

”He was a great man, but I had to shoot him with his very own gun; he was possessed by something, making him faster, stronger, and bloodthirsty, but... when I found him, it was already too late. He tasted human flesh. He lashed out at everything in his path, man, animal, and even me. It was unbearable to watch. I knew that he was too powerful, no matter how many times I shot him, so I ran. I had to escape; everyone else around me was being eaten or killed one by one. I didn't want to die, nor did I want to flee my home, but I had no choice.

The Crimson - When 8 highschool students go missing while on a fishing trip in 1993, The whole town of Woodboarow is sent to a search that gets terminated not to long after. Now 15 years later the town and the victums sibling want answers and they'll do whatever it takes to get them back...ANYTHING! Read along as Sara, Malcom, Kristine, Jacob, Laytine, Jhon, and Nigel all join the search for answers.

From Hallowed Grounds Café to the overgrown woods. Omnia and Mors make their way into Maidwick Woods to find the resistance. Or at least hoping to find them. With relationships being tested, both of them have choices to make. Choices that will effect their relationship as well as the future of everyone. Emotionally and physically, they will have to figure out their next steps. Whether it be alone. Or it be separately.

The body hit the concrete with a sound so sharp it split the silence. Bones shattered like glass. Skin tore open in ribbons. Blood fanned across the street in a red halo. I should’ve felt nothing. But I felt everything.

They never called me by my name. To them, I was just Number Two. A mark. A thing. A voice in a catalog of screams.

John looked down at his feet, with a bad feeling in his stomach and a weird worry about death. John always wanted to live forever, and was terrified of dying, which was hypocritical of the crazy activities he did. His grandfather always said, “If you are constantly knocking on death’s door, expect an answer.”

It about a girl that is alone exploring the woods and she comes across a old house that seem kinda familiar to her