Playground Horror Book

What happens when bored gods decide to make Earth their playground? The sky split open, and reality shattered. Giant system messages appeared in every city. Monsters poured from the shadows. Humanity was reduced to stat screens. There were no warnings. No saviors. Only a floating black box that announced: “You have been chosen as a player.” In this new world, survival isn’t about luck—it’s about learning the rules fast enough not to die. The story follows Shin Ye-Jun, a 26-year-old streamer who had just returned home from celebrating his mother’s birthday. Now, caught in a divine game of blood and chaos, he must grow stronger, uncover the secrets behind the system, and most importantly: “I will protect my family.” [Note: Every New chapter drops at 7a.m and 6p.m est.] [Discord link : https://discord.gg/7GU9kuR5]

A martial arts game I had the privilege to work on...one day I was possessed by it. All I want is to go home. But if I’m stuck here... I might as well do the job properly. ※Note: This work blends Martials Arts and Horror --- Additional Tags: #martialarts #murim Word Count per Chappie - 2000! Join the Discord! https://discord.gg/RXCj5fcp3U

Atticus’ life shattered in a single day, betrayed by his girlfriend, and then shot dead by a mysterious man. But instead of the lonely void of darkness, he woke up in another world, reborn as the heir to one of the most powerful families in the human domain, in a world ravaged by war and teetering on the edge of defeat against a brutal alien race. Now, driven by intense rage and a thirst for vengeance, Atticus will stop at nothing to grow stronger, uncover who killed him, and fight for survival in a war torn world. Discord: https://discord.gg/8JthpjYZez

Transported to a medieval world, I became Field—a disgraced noble. I learned women here could awaken as "Chosen Maidens"—beautiful and powerful. But before I could celebrate, my cheap father and glamorous stepmother exiled me to a monster-infested wasteland! Worse? This entire empire—no, this entire world—is rotten to the core. Cruel aristocrats, cultists worshipping horrors, unspeakable monstrosities, and conspiracies lurking everywhere... all gunning for me. *Fine. You wanna play dirty?* *I quit being human!* Sister got a fiefdom a hundred times richer? **Loot it!** Brother tending sheep peacefully? **Loot him dry!** Tribes so poor they’ve only got rags? **Straight up snatch their beauties!** Elven Queen: "Where’d my World Tree go?!" Human Emperor: "Beats me!" Demon King: *Muffled sobbing* "My succubi... all gone..." Field: *Cracks knuckles* "What a miserable world. Time to clear this godsforsaken game."

All the stories in this book is based on real events. I stories are based on folktale, horror or supernatural experiences of many people and some stories are from myth. Note: This is my first time writing a book. And English is not my first language, so I'll be happy if you help me take note of any mistake I've overlooked. These stories are my one creation. Any similarities with other stories is completely unintentional.

He wasn’t some chosen hero. Not the golden boy in prophecy. He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate, A mistake, a misfit. Not blessed by heaven. Too stubborn for hell. And now… Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods. The world had already been broken long before he came into it. People sinned, as they always do— And one day, the sky finally answered. The day God turned away, Everything fell. Cities burned. Families vanished. The silence afterward was louder than any explosion. But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind. A final olive branch—if you could call it that. A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness. Talents. Powers. Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared. And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared— Waiting to receive his talent, He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense. Instead… He awakened something different. A hidden SSS-ranked talent. The kind with a condition attached. A catch. And just like that, everything went wrong. Laughter. Whispers. Stares like knives. He became a joke. A disappointment. Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers. Then the bullying started. The beating. The betrayal. And one day, it nearly killed him. He lay there, bleeding. Angry. Humiliated. A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake. But it wasn’t. And then— A sound. > [Ding! Conditions have been met] [Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate] [Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world] Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him. He didn’t smile. Didn’t cry. Didn’t feel triumphant. He just felt tired. And then, something in him shifted. One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface: “I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.” Not for power. Not for glory. But because he was done being the punchline. That’s how his journey began. Not as a hero. Not yet a monster. Just a boy who had lost too much— And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage. The question now is: Will the world break him again? Or will he become the god who remakes it?

Jack, a content creator for mystery, horror, and conspiracy stories, died. As he was recording a horror content. And then, he was reborn... as a supernatural entity, as a formless ghost. He acquired the system-panel like ability to get stronger. He could earn new supernatural traits. And even gained new incarnations later. But, the process was still unknown and unexplainable for him. But, that was not just the problem... Another problem... He was not reborn on his original Earth. He was reborn in an alternate Earth. The one still in the Industrial Revolution Era. The one with cursed steam engines, monster-infested sea exploration, mysterious pirates, supernatural powers, mythical creatures, demonic entities, and completely different geography.

This series is written with multiple short horror stories perfect for small amounts of reading and time-wasting.

Melissa watches the rain from her balcony, detached from a world where reality fractures with each dissociative episode. As society crumbles into violence beyond her apartment walls, she floats between memories of a shimmering, impossible cathedral and the visceral decay of daily survival—until the line between inner apocalypse and outer chaos vanishes entirely. Now, as predators climb toward her sanctuary, she must confront whether her unraveling mind is a curse... or the birth cry of something ancient.

Let me Just say that At first The story Is slow to give me time to develop Characters, But It's Getting Better! Would Daniel Black Be able to Overcome His PTSD From the wars and His Trauma From American Soil!? with the Help of his family!? read to find Out! I Gave Myself Two Power stones to Promote my Story!

“They are beauty beyond words and terror beyond reason. In their light, souls are cleansed; in their shadow, worlds are undone. They bless with a touch and destroy with a glance. To worship them is to invite salvation and doom alike, for they are justice without mercy, power without limit, and existence without end. Mortal hands may build temples in their name, but no prayer can soften their gaze. Kneel, not in hope—but in fear." — Aetherion 6:8 Have you ever wondered if Gods exist or if they are just a figment of humanity's imagination for hope? If they exist and aren't just a figment of our imagination, are they benevolent and merciful, or are they indifferent to our sufferings? Arohan, an atheist despised the concept of religion and Gods because of his parent's death. His parents left him wealth beyond measure, so he lived his life the way he desired and did whatever he wanted without caring about the consequences. Everything changed when he faced two choices: save himself or save the world!

"Would you like to hear a horror story?" *This story is a work of fiction created from the author's imagination and has no connection to real individuals in any way. *

Not every horror story gets released. Some are buried. Forgotten. Or never meant to be seen. These are the films that whisper in projection rooms, flicker through broken reels, and show up on tapes no one remembers recording. “Each novel is a standalone nightmare—scripted, cast, and directed by a man no one remembers hiring.” The Director. No one has seen his face. No one has survived two of his films. You're not reading a novel. You're watching his cut. Just pray he never turns the camera on you. --- ## Book 1: My Husband is a Serial Killer (and He Doesn't Know It) The reel clicks to life in an empty theater. Frame one: a woman's trembling hands holding a bloodstained journal. The handwriting inside matches her husband's perfectly—each confession detailing murders that made headlines, each date stamped with precision. Behind the camera, something breathes. Mara Lockwood thought she'd escaped her fractured past when she married Daniel Kessler—a gentle trauma therapist who forgets where he puts his keys, loses hours to daydreams, and loves her with desperate intensity. Their seaside home feels safe. Quiet. Until the journal surfaces from a locked drawer, its pages filled with Daniel's careful script describing acts of violence he swears he never committed. The camera never blinks. As bodies surface along the fog-drenched Oregon coast and Detective Elara Finch closes her investigation net, Mara faces an impossible choice: expose the man she loves or become his accomplice. Because the deeper she digs, the more she discovers about their shared time at Haven Creek Mental Health Facility—memories that were supposed to stay buried. Daniel's blackouts are getting worse. His sleepwalking more violent. And someone keeps leaving notes on Mara's windshield: "He doesn't remember what you made him do." In the projection booth, a clapperboard snaps. The Director adjusts his focus. He's been waiting for this story—one where the audience can't tell who's performing and who's just pretending to be real. Because if Daniel's the killer, Mara might be the reason he became one. And if she's covering for him... The film has already started. --- Disclaimer: All characters are original. Visual references are imagined and used for creative purposes only. No real person, actor, or public figure is involved or affiliated with this work. Poster concept and story by [D_Setia] Cover art generated using AI with original composition

Daniel was just a normal guy—until he woke up inside a horror game no living human would ever dare to enter. To escape and return to his family, he must survive twisted trials and answer a single, deceptively simple question from the game’s creator: “Who am I?” But the deeper he goes, the more the question warps. The rules are surreal, the horrors psychological, and the cost of failure isn’t just death—it’s losing himself piece by piece. What to Expect: Psychological Horror – Subtle dread escalating to brutal mind games. Surreal Rules – A nightmare that bends logic but never breaks its own. Zero Power Fantasy – No stats, no systems—just fear and fading sanity. Finite, Tight Story – No filler; every chapter burns toward the end. No Comfort – This isn’t a story about healing. It’s about survival. What Not to Expect: OP MCs or cheats Progress bars Redemption arcs Safe spaces Note: This isn’t a quick-hit addiction. The early chapters are your calm before the storm—Chapter 15 is where hell opens its jaws. Stick around if you dare. (Cover is a placeholder until I commission art. Updates weekly—no vanishing acts.)

sucked into a unlimited horror game " How do you get out "

This average author just added average Hentai plots to the story of My House of Horrors. If new readers see this book, please support the genuine version as well. Thank you! #Serious OOC warning #Xu Yin feminization warning If you’d like to support my original R18 Horror novel with ghosts and demons content, [Why-Is-My-System-Glitching] That I’d be incredibly thankful. Your support makes all the difference!"

Asuke had always been a shy boy, afraid of judgment, ashamed to speak, and hesitant to connect with anyone. But everything changed when Hana entered his life with her bright smile and unwavering kindness. She brought color to his dull world, washing away the loneliness he had long accepted. Over the years, their bond grew unbreakable. They laughed, cried, and dreamed together until the day Hana vanished. At fifteen, Asuke's world shattered. Hana was gone and murdered. Grief consumed him, and the warmth she gave him turned into shadows of sorrow. But unanswered questions burned in his mind. Who killed Hana? As students around him begin to die and vanish from photographs, one by one, Asuke realizes something far darker is at play. Determined to uncover the truth, he sets out to trace the killer hiding within their midst, grasping at every fragment of memory, every clue left behind in a world growing colder and more twisted by the day.

An unknown city, with large and small buildings, five species are found there, who took them? Nobody knows, but in Horror City there is no time to worry about that, because when the conflict begins, only survival matters.

Kaito Ran was only eleven years old when he stood by his ailing father's side and watched him suffer until he passed away. During his passing, Ran witnessed a djinn appear to take his father's soul to hell (NARAKU). Ran refuses, unable to accept his father facing eternal perdition, regardless of the djinn telling him that that was the order of things. At the end of the day, his refusal meant nothing. His father was taken to hell, but during the process, Ran caught a glimpse of hell before the spiritual portal disappeared. He saw that it was a realm, a place of material and magic. He saw nine cities and towers, mythical beings and doomed souls. He realized that he could go there, he could go to hell and rescue his father.

Dive into the chilling world of Ravenswood, where a malevolent force known as The Watcher preys on fear and terror. Follow Mia's terrifying journey as she searches for her missing friend Emily and uncovers the dark secrets behind The Watcher's awakening. Will she survive the horrors that lurk in the shadows, or will she become The Watcher's next victim?

[A global horror game has launched — death means elimination, and only those who clear the levels survive.] I died five years before the game began. But I woke up in its deepest level. They think I'm just an NPC — a forgotten "bug" erased from the system. But only I know… my “death” was never sanctioned by this world. In this round, everyone is fighting to survive — But I only have one question: Who buried me in that so-called salvation? And who decided I was no longer human?

When darkness wished to become normal human to escape from the loneliness he must learn the way of human emotion. What to expect : 1. Mc slow rise to original strength (idk how to nerf him tho we will see) 2. Multiple pov from first, second, to third person. 3.Sprinkle lf tragedy 4.Unique fantasy system 5.Deep lore. 6. Forth wall break. I'll be taking reader suggestions in the comment every chapter (if there's is one)

~~~WSA 2025~~~ ... [ Every being harbors malice deep within their soul. [ Although they tried their best to hide the malice, it's undeniable that it exists. The more the life forms suppressed their malice, the more scarier the malice was when it was released... [ As time passed by, although most life forms managed to suppress their malice, the malice within them, instead of decreasing, actually began to accumulate. Breaking through the critical point as they soon transformed into something; hence, an entity worse than the devil itself was born.] [ ... ] [ As a new Chaos Awakener, your sole duty was to eliminate "Malice". Preventing malice from accumulating energy and reaching the critical point, reasoning for a door to open between the two worlds.] [ ... ] [ Note: Upon accepting the task, you would no longer be able to escape your destiny. Please choose wisely! ]

A journalist who didn't know what he was getting into... until he foolishly discovered it.

There’s nothing scarier than the unknown. This book compiles all sorts of short horror stories, in all styles and formats. These short stories have no correlation or connection to any short stories from any other chapter, unless the chapter is episodic (meaning they come in individual parts), and have the same title as the last. I recommend checking out the most recent chapters for the FRESHEST short stories Have you ever wanted to post a short story somewhere but have nowhere to put it? Well this is the perfect place! You can submit a story in the community discord (https://discord.gg/jX5SAAXBkx) I'm not sure how you guys will review this since most of these short stories are completely separate from each other, so sorry about that lmao

Synopsis: She was supposed to be a heroine. Elegant, gentle, full of love and light. Instead, she set worlds on fire and laughed as they burned. They called her unpredictable. Uncontrollable. Unfit. So the system did what any responsible authority would do— They kicked her out. Changed her roles. Erased her stats. Locked her out of the scripts and threw away the key. But chaos? Chaos doesn't need a key. It picks the lock, drinks your tea, and seduces your male lead just for fun. Now the worlds are glitching. Protagonists are crying. Love interests are dying. And she's the system's last option... again. So they sent her back— As a villainess. As a man. As a mother. As a monster. They even gave her a fat talking cat named Dumplings for "emotional support." (He's not very supportive.) But she's not here to fix anything. She's here to rewrite the game, kill clichés, and maybe commit light arson along the way. Is she the multiverse's final hope—or its ultimate bug? --- Five Worlds. Five Missions. Infinite Chaos. First World – "Dumplings, come out! I swear on my fake maternal instinct I won't kill you—yet." She wakes up with an instant son. Cute. Except he might be cursed, and her so-called "Supreme Guardian Spirit" is a cat the size of a bowling ball. "Come out or I'm microwaving your tuna." (Modern world with dramatic secrets and a mystery thicker than Dumpling's fur.) Second World – She's a ghost. Or maybe not. Who cares? Her imaginary heart aches. The afterlife sucks. And she even have to look after a son And someone seems very eager to erase her existence—again. She drags Dumplings by his tail through the void. "Tell me who's behind this or I'm haunting your next nine lives!" Third World – She's a man. A broke one. With angry creditors pounding at the door and shouting, "Pay your debt, scum!" FL: "DUMPLINGS!" Dumplings: "Okay, in my defense, you offended literally everyone here. I'm just the messenger don't offend people that determine which world you enter next time take this as a warning."dumpling thought (And the body's original owner? Let's just say... he left her a lot of problems.) Fourth World – "You're dying anyway," said the ml. "Might as well donate your organs to Olive and be a blood bank ." Help my life is in danger fl scream. In danger then why are they cowering in front of you dumpling thought. why are they scared of you please pretty host put the bomb down dumplings said. Should I put it down but I'm mad who is attacking me come out don't be scared fl scream then boom Fifth World – She was supposed to seduce the Male Lead. Easy. Classic. Been there and make the fake heroin suffer. But... why does this one give her chills? especially anytime she is with the ml I'm done I can finally go back to my world with money I'm going to build a house made up of money fl thought. Then what about me a voice said. Who is this sorry no love this princess only love herself only those foolish fall for me FL bragged but why is he bringing chain . Yes and I have been foolish time to correct my mistake the voice said and now how dear FL run for her life but her billions burn to ashes her dream of being a queen oh hell no this world will suffer