Young Adult
Too Dark. Content Warning.
The cabin was only one room. There was a fireplace in one corner with two wooden chairs that looked about a hundred years old. There was a table and chairs in the opposite corner. They also looked like they would fall apart if the wind blew. There was a door Jessica assumed was the back door, given the size of the cabin, opposite the front. Beside it, there was the map on the back wall and a small table in front of it with the lit candle on it. Will had placed other candles he’d found in the windows and on the table and mantle. The place was pretty well lit.
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten Forest . AI-Generated.
The forest breathed a silent song — ancient and unspoken, its whispers threading through the trees like forgotten lullabies. Elara stood at the edge of the woods, her heart pounding with both fear and wonder. Somewhere deep inside, she felt a call she couldn’t ignore.
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Fiction
Episode 2: The Lesson
So the sky was red again, and that meant someone had lied. The children were gathered in the Chapel Pit, lined up by height, boots in bone dust, faces scrubbed raw to look obedient. You didn’t breathe too loud in the Pit. You didn’t blink unless you had permission. And you definitely didn’t twitch — not even if the flies were treating your eyelids like landing strips.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
She Was Never Real
I met her on a rainy Tuesday. The kind of rain that doesn't just fall—it lingers in the air, heavy and cold, like the universe itself is pressing down on you. I was sitting alone in a bookstore café, sipping cheap coffee and pretending to read a book I’d already abandoned. She sat across from me without asking, as if we’d done it a thousand times before.
By Leah Brookeabout a year ago in Fiction
Blood Drop Sun
Atop the Ebright Azimuth, the highest point in Delaware, the same place where the lightning bugs hung in the air, Crane Curren and his girlfriend Melanie Biscoff sat with certainty. He wore a Kente cloth t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. Melanie donned an orange summer dress that looked like marmalade and blue flats. As the sun set, they just knew that something felt unsettling in their bones. They could look down the road and see what it was.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Nun in the Dark
It was Ava’s first week in Willow Creek, a quiet, fog-covered town buried deep in Indiana. She had moved there for a fresh start, a slower life, and a clean break from the noise of the city. Her aunt had left her a small cottage near the edge of town, close to the woods. The place felt old and forgotten, like time moved differently there. Ava kept to herself, but curiosity pulled her out one Friday evening. At the gas station, a group of local teens stood around smoking and daring each other to do stupid things. When they saw her, they called her over. “You just moved here, right?” one of them asked. She nodded. “You know the old church on the hill?” They all turned to look at the dark silhouette of a building just beyond the treeline. St. Agatha’s Church. Its spire leaned like it was trying to fall. The windows were black. The trees around it were twisted and bare, even in summer. “It’s haunted,” said another. “They say something crawls inside it at night.” Ava laughed, trying to play along. “Bet you won’t go in,” one of them challenged. “I will,” she said. She should have walked away. That night, around 10:30, Ava stood at the foot of the hill, alone. The wind howled through the trees. Her phone battery was dying, so she brought a flashlight. The climb to the church was steep. Every step forward made her stomach sink deeper. The front doors creaked as she pushed them open. Inside, it smelled like wet wood and rotting fabric. Dust filled the air. Pews were broken and scattered. Torn Bibles lay open on the floor. The ceiling had caved in at the center, and vines hung like ropes from the rafters. She stepped carefully, her flashlight beam flickering. Then she heard it. Crawling. It wasn’t footsteps. It was something soft, fast, and too smooth to be human. It came from behind her. She froze. The sound grew louder. A wet scraping across the floor. She turned. And saw her. A woman in a shredded nun’s habit. Her limbs were too long, bending backward like an insect’s. She moved on four thin legs, her body jerking like a puppet on invisible strings. Her face was pale, stretched, and wrong. Two glowing eyes stared straight into Ava’s. The thing didn’t speak. It just kept crawling forward. Ava couldn’t move. Then the nun opened her mouth, and a sound like wind through broken glass whispered, “You shouldn’t have come alone.” Ava dropped her flashlight and ran. She didn’t scream. She didn’t look back. She reached the church doors and burst into the night. And that was the last time anyone ever saw her. When the teens returned the next morning to prove she hadn’t gone, they found the church door wide open. Her flashlight lay just inside, cracked. Her phone was never found. The police searched the hill and the forest for days. Nothing. No footprints. No signs of a struggle. No body. The case went cold. But the townspeople still whisper about the girl who disappeared. Some say if you stand near the church at night, you can hear crawling just behind you. Some say you’ll see a pale woman in a nun’s dress watching from the broken window, her eyes glowing like fireflies in the dark. No one dares to go in anymore. Not even on a dare. To Be Continued......
By CreepVille Horror Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
We All Drank Tea While The Cannibals Came
So everyone was drinking tea. That’s how it started. The lights were warm, the kitchen smelled like cinnamon and mother’s milk, and the apartment (floor seventeen of a twenty-five-story building in the only neighborhood in Seattle where the rats had unionized) felt perfectly safe. There was a baby. There was a father. There was a mother. There were still walls and power and hot water. And then the TV screamed.
By Paper Lanternabout a year ago in Fiction
Ever Bound
It was my first day at a new school. I had been unhappy and bullied at the public school. My cousin went to a private school, and he talked me into joining him there. As I walked inside I saw my cousin with a group of boys a lot older than me. My cousin was a senior, so I assumed his friends were too. I pulled my bag up higher on my shoulder and headed that way, because I didn’t know anyone else. The room was small, there were only about fifty students in the entire school. My cousin saw me and waved, then waved me toward them. I waved back. The guy right beside of him stared at me, he had long black hair and wore jeans and a black band shirt. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. My breathing halted for a second, but I shook it off and kept moving.
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Fiction
He Left Me a Letter Instead of a Goodbye — and I'm Still Crying
It was a typical Tuesday. The kind where the coffee tasted a little distant, the sky hovered between blue and gray, and I didn't see anything unusual in his eyes. We shared breakfast, talked halfheartedly about bills and weekend plans, and exchanged "see you later" before heading out the door. Only... he didn't mean later. He meant forever.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Fiction
