V-Ink Stories
Bio
Welcome to my page where the shadows follow you and nightmares become real, but don't worry they're just stories... right?
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Stories (60/0)
SCP- 513(The Bell)/703(Porcelain Doll)
SCP-513 was a mysterious object that had been discovered in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It was a small, silver bell that emitted a faint glow and a soft chime whenever it was rung. Despite its innocuous appearance, the Foundation had deemed it a potential threat and had secured it in a containment chamber deep within their facility.
By V-Ink Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
The Theater
We stood outside the old, dark abandoned movie theater. The windows were dark too. We were there to see if there was anything worth painting at all. The windows were boarded up, but the theater was doing well enough, back in the old days it was. At least until the owners took out their entire theater chain.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Horror
You Don't Recognize the bodies in the Water
"You don't recognize the bodies in the water" I was surrounded by trees because up ahead that's where I needed to go. I picked up where I had left off, but it wasn't long before I gave up. I didn't know if it was because I had given up early or I never left because both could have been true. I had no way of knowing for sure. Time didn't move, so the only thing telling me what time it was the sunlight. I reeled in my hook and looked at my watch. It had been exactly seven minutes since I had caught the one fish. It wasn't much of a fish, but in comparison to others in the lake, it was pretty nice in size.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Horror
Shadow City
Day 63. I can't sleep, the light from the sun is too bright today. I've been wondering these plains for weeks, maybe months now. I've lost track of time for a while everything is starting to run together. Food is getting scarce, I killed another field rat last night for food. I've been staying outside, my backpack and clothes have been shredded by the wind and rocks. My skin is flaking away and most days I can hardly walk due to my feet being too sunburned. I don't know where I'm going, I told myself I was headed west but I have to be deluding myself. Sun kills, flies kill, I will never reach that city.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Horror
Slide and Lock Puzzle Box
I love haunted items and objects, not because their haunted but because of the brilliant detail each one has. I've always proved that the items that I bought are not haunted by doing every test there is to prove there's no such thing as the paranormal. I don't believe in the supernatural, but I have this love fantasy about the many creepypastas and urban legends. I've even done countless so-called haunted rituals because I hoped something might happen, but of course, it all ends up being untrue. This has never stopped the love I had or the subject though, in fact, they inspired me to tap into my darker side and publish some of my own creepy stories and rituals on Reddit. It was around the time that I've gotten a pretty nice 500 following when I stumbled across this page called "Ebay's Haunted Basement". The page was runner by a man named Gary and he wrote about the different haunted items that he buys from eBay that are supposedly haunted. He also included his customers' experiences and any updates he gave them whenever he bought a new item.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Horror
The Watcher
A little girl had discovered a small figure carved on a wooden plank hanging on the kitchen wall. Her parents were both busy, and the girl took advantage of this opportunity to ask and answer her own questions about the figure. Etched on the wood in lines and knots was a lady in a gown, standing with grey hair flowing down to her shoulders and watching something open-mouthed and eyes rounded. She looked in shock like seeing something horrible but could do nothing to warn her.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Horror
Growing up with Anxiety and being an Introvert
I am not a very social person, let alone a confidant in myself kind of person. I grew up in a single-parent household like any other person back in the day. I've always been pushed by my family to do my best and nothing less, it was almost like I had immigrant parents. I have always had a very 'quiet' demeanor that got me to be the brunt of jokes at school many times. In middle school, the 6th graders would always pick on me because I was quiet and a little on the heavy side. My nose was always in a book which leads to people calling me an unattractive nerd and I would never interact with most people. In 3rd grade, the first friend I thought I had turned out to only use me because I was really good at drawing. I tried my best to stay away from her and people, but that all came to a head when we got in a fight and I beat her so bad that she moved. I found out that I broke her arm and my mom took me to Chuck E. Cheese, one of my weirdest memories, but my mom saw it as a win for me.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Motivation
The Candy Lady
Have you heard of the candy man? If you ever had a childhood, I’m pretty sure that you and your friends did the dark bathroom bit where you said a name 3-5 times. Well, there’s always a story that originally happened and somewhere down the line settings and events change until it’s a legend.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Horror
This meat as children in it!
Out in the rural west of the United States of Arizona lives a small almost forgotten town. There’s a legend surrounding this little town that goes by the name of Black Bell. Just down the road of the town was a small factory that goes by the name “Old Farmer John’s meatpacking plant”, which is said to be haunted by several ghosts.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Horror
She's still protecting him
Ever heard of the lonely widows' bridge? It's said to be a ghost story around… *knocking on window* sorry… that blasted knocking… anyway, the bridge. Yeah, there is a bridge near my town that no one goes to, it's off the main street if you keep going and you can’t miss it. When I first heard about the story of it, I thought that it was just some ploy to… *knocking on window* a ploy to… scare children. I didn’t believe it of course and after a couple of beers, I and my friend went to go and check it out. If we only knew what we were getting ourselves into… I didn’t know it would come to this…
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Horror