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The Girl I Buried

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.
dinneylatch · 3.6K Views

Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign!

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
Realistic_Fantasy · 17.2K Views

The hollow ones

Forensic psychologist Eleanor "Ellie" Grayson is called to evaluate Jonas Blackwood, the sole survivor of a gruesome massacre linked to an occult ritual. Jonas exhibits disturbing behavior—his eyes empty, his voice shifting, and his words cryptic: “We are many. We are hollow.” At first, Ellie assumes he’s suffering from severe psychological trauma, but when a wave of unexplained violence spreads through the psychiatric hospital where he’s held, she realizes something far more sinister is at play. As Ellie investigates, she uncovers a chilling legend—The Hollow Ones. Once human, these beings have been emptied of all emotions, desires, and identities, becoming vessels for an ancient, unknowable force. The more people they consume, the stronger their presence in the world. And the more Ellie learns about them, the more they take notice of her. Soon, she begins experiencing eerie symptoms—her reflection lags in mirrors, she hears voices whispering from the shadows, and she feels her emotions dulling as if something is siphoning her very soul. Desperate for answers, she joins forces with Dr. Alistair Kincaid, an occult historian who warns that once someone is marked by the Hollow Ones, the process of hollowing out is nearly unstoppable. As Ellie fights to retain her sense of self, she discovers that Jonas Blackwood’s excavation of an ancient burial site may have unleashed the Hollow Ones once more. The entities do not kill—they spread, infecting the minds and bodies of the living, transforming them into soulless husks. Now, Ellie must race against time to stop the spread before she loses herself completely. But how do you fight something that is already inside you? And if the price of survival means sacrificing a part of her humanity, is she willing to pay it? In a chilling blend of supernatural horror and psychological suspense, The Hollow Ones is a terrifying exploration of identity, possession, and the creeping fear of losing what makes us human.
oscar_1697 · 4.6K Views

The Withering Paper Flower

Kanika Sharma was once a woman full of life—an ambitious HR manager, a loving wife, and someone who believed in the beauty of dreams. But marriage changed everything. A miscarriage shattered her, leaving her drowning in depression, an eating disorder, and a fear of blood. Instead of love and support, she faced blame, humiliation, and neglect. Her once-devoted husband, Vibhav, saw her as a burden rather than a partner. When strange symptoms began surfacing, she turned to him for support, only to be met with indifference. With no choice but to seek help alone, she walked into a crowded government hospital—where she met him. Dr. Mokshith Kapoor was a man of logic, not emotions. A brilliant cardiologist, he had spent his life avoiding attachments, believing love was nothing but a fleeting illusion. But something about Kanika unsettled him. She wasn’t just another patient. She was someone who had been broken but still carried the weight of hope. As fate pulled them closer, a silent battle began. Her husband accused her of betrayal. Her family pressured her to return. And as Mokshith stood by her side, she began questioning herself—was this companionship, or was her heart starting to waver? Did she truly love the doctor, or was she merely seeking solace? Could she ever escape the shadows of her past, or would she be forced to return to the life that broke her? With every passing moment, Kanika’s time was slipping away. But when the final choice came, would it be love, redemption, or something entirely unexpected? A story of pain, healing, and the fragile nature of the human heart—The Withering Paper Flower will leave you questioning whether love is a cure or just another illusion.
Librascales · 126 Views

The Hour of Death: Doombringer

When justice fails, vengeance takes its place. After his daughter Vanessa suffers a tragic fate at the hands of those she trusted, Horris turns to the one thing more powerful than the law—something ancient, something forbidden. With a single curse, he condemns the world to a slow, merciless death. No one is spared. A nameless plague spreads, twisting flesh, corrupting minds, and reducing order to chaos. As civilization crumbles, the truth becomes clear: this is no ordinary disease. It is retribution. And in a world where the guilty walk free, no one is truly innocent. ... Hours Later… Darius arrived at the hospital, and what he saw terrified him. Dozens of people lay writhing in agony, blood gushing from every opening in their bodies. Reporters, paramedics, and police officers surrounded the area, trying to make sense of the outbreak. “We’re here live at Stanbridge National Hospital, where it appears a deadly disease has broken out,” a reporter said, speaking into the camera. “Symptoms include uncontrollable screaming and severe bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.” Darius’ heart pounded. His mind kept flashing back to Horris’ curse. The Doombringer. He scanned the scene and finally spotted Betty, sitting in an ambulance. Stephan lay unconscious on a stretcher beside her. He rushed forward, but the paramedics blocked his path. “That’s my wife!” he protested. “I need to see if she’s okay!” “Sir, now’s not the time,” a paramedic said. “There’s an outbreak, and we have no idea how it spreads. For your safety—and for everyone else’s—we advise you to leave immediately.” “Please, I have to see them,” Darius begged. Before the paramedic could respond, Darius noticed something crawling on the man’s shoulder. “There’s something on you—” The paramedic turned his head—just as the worm leaped onto his neck. The second it burrowed into his skin, the man’s body seized up. A strangled scream tore from his lips as blood exploded from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Darius staggered back in horror. Everywhere he looked, people were screaming. Even the reporter who had been live was now convulsing on the ground, her camera abandoned beside her. A single word echoed in Darius’ mind. Doombringer.
Kelvin_Soarer · 11.7K Views

BEGINNING.

In the secluded island of Alcantara, situated in the western region and spanning an area as vast as an entire country, a highly dangerous virus known as Biohazard 359 was stored within the secure confines of the HOPE laboratory. Due to the inherent risks associated with the virus, only a select few individuals were permitted to work within this facility, and the government took extensive measures to keep all information regarding the virus classified. However, on December 16, 2030, at 8:00 a.m., an alarming incident unfolded as it was discovered that one of the viruses had gone missing from the heavily guarded vault in laboratory 0000. This development prompted the authorities to take swift action. Consequently, on December 25, 2030, at 9:00 p.m., a complete lockdown was enforced on the island of Alcantara. Authorities confirmed that the missing virus had managed to bypass the security measures and was being transported to the port of South Sahara under the care of an individual named Steve. The situation took a turn for the better on January 5, 2031, when Steve was apprehended. However, to their dismay, it was discovered on January 10, 2031, that the virus was no longer in their possession. A woman, her face concealed by an all-black veil, was identified as the perpetrator broke the virus into the capital city of Sahara, a densely populated area. There, she unleashed the Biohazard 359 virus, which resulted in a rapid outbreak. The virus manifests symptoms such as shortness of breath, a feeling of suffocation, vomiting blood, and paralysis. After a mere three seconds, infected individuals transform into aggressive creatures, attacking others and consuming their flesh. The virus spreads rapidly, causing a surge in casualties and exhibiting increased speed as it spreads across the globe. Furthermore, those infected with the virus undergo mutations, acquiring enhanced physical abilities.
Shine_So · 2K Views

Syndromic Astraclysm: The Extra- Syndromes Makes Me Evolve Endlessly

"Have you ever wondered why Syndromes exist?" The voice was calm, almost conversational, but the weight behind it was crushing. "They say the universe is alive, that stars are cells and galaxies are tissues. And like any living thing... it can get sick." He exhaled sharply, gripping his chest as if that would steady his spiraling thoughts. "Syndromic Nemesis… You’re telling me the universe has cancer?" The figure before him chuckled. "A fitting word, isn’t it? When Syndromic Energy festers, it turns monstrous. The balance must be maintained, or the infection spreads." He gritted his teeth. "And the monsters we kill—?" "Symptoms. Existence correcting itself. But tell me… what happens when a disease fights back?" A long silence. "You’re talking about Euoniams." The air felt heavier, reality bending as something unseen stirred. "They were never just mistakes. They were inevitable. Born when Syndromic Energy collapses in on itself, feeding in an infinite loop. They have one desire—return to their pure state." "And if they succeed?" The figure’s expression darkened. "Then we see what happens when the syndromic energy rewrites the body." He inhaled sharply. "You mean no one knows?" "No one can know. Even the Syndromes—the first, the omnipotent—are incapable of thinking about it." The sky above fractured, spiraling apart like peeling flesh. Something writhed within the cracks—something wrong. "Didn’t I tell you?" The voice was quiet now. "You never should have come here." ----- (Author's note) this book can't even be compared to a stone but you must have in your life pick up a stone in your way to throw it. Just do the same for this. This could be a total waste of time for you... And there are gonna be references about some 'Auhors' and their 'Novels' Aria is the queen
suppose_Shadows · 2.1K Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 10K Views

My Destined Wife

She got to know her because of the pain, and because of her, she was hurt even more deeply. Badly hurt, she finally left with a broken heart and flew alone to a distant place to heal her wounds. Since then, she no longer gave anything to anyone and restrained herself from being moved by love. Half a year later, when she was on the plane returning from a business trip, by chance, she saved a man named Quan Zhengxun, a core figure in the head office, with her blood due to an accident. In a daze, Quan Zhengxun sensed that she was about to leave. With all his strength, he reached out and grasped her hand as she was about to turn around and leave. "What's your name? I haven't thanked you yet!" She gave him a cold glance. With empty eyes, she left without sending any message. Before his eyes went completely dark, her pretty face was engraved in his heart. When they accidentally met again in the company, her calmness and steadiness surprised him, and at the same time, he became curious about her. After the reunion, believing it was fate, he began to pursue her vigorously. However, it didn't seem to go very smoothly. Her indifference always had the ability to make him, the smiling prince, so angry that he roared with fury. Her patience, on the other hand, made his heart ache faintly, and he couldn't bear to be too harsh on her. At the ball, seeing her playing and singing, he was deeply attracted to her. Gradually, he found that there were a group of annoying guys around her, which made him very unhappy! So he simply confessed his love to her all at once. Unexpectedly, she rolled her eyes and fainted. God! He didn't expect his confession to have such an effect! Under his series of pursuits, she didn't dare to face the feelings in her heart and didn't dare to accept this luxury. She forced herself to pretend to be cold. She had never dared to tell him her difficulties. Her vocal cords could only last until she was twenty-four years old, and this year she just turned twenty-four. When the symptoms gradually showed up, she cried alone at night. She admitted that she had fallen in love with him, but he was so outstanding. Would he be willing to marry her, a mute bride? Before she had time to tell him the truth, she was won over by him, and their love was witnessed by everyone. She secretly prayed to God, asking for three more days so that she could keep the memories with him-----
DaoistCMzvwg · 22.8K Views

World Class Scammer

In a world scarred by ancient conflicts between humans and elves, Key Creed, a resourceful half-elf with a knack for persuasion, navigates a precarious existence as a wandering salesman. Driven by a mix of wanderlust and a need to survive, Key travels from village to village, selling dubious products like colored water masquerading as magical elixirs and paper charms with supposed protective powers. Key's mixed heritage complicates his interactions; humans are wary of elves due to historical conflicts. Despite this, Key leverages his charisma and silver tongue to spin tales that captivate townsfolk, making them see him as a bridge to the mystical world of elves, even though his elven lineage is diluted. In the town of Edgefield, gripped by the ravages of White Iris disease, Key sees an opportunity to sell his latest creation: the Elixir of Vitality. Crafted from common herbs and embellished with tales of ancient elven wisdom, this potion promises relief from symptoms rather than a cure. Amidst the despair of afflicted townspeople, Key's sales pitch offers a glimmer of hope. Unbeknownst to him, his words begin to paint him as a potential savior in the eyes of the desperate populace. As Key engages with locals, including wary merchants and suffering families, he navigates a delicate balance between exploitation and compassion. His encounters reveal underlying tensions between magic and mundane, trust and deceit, in a world still scarred by historical animosities. Despite moral qualms, Key's need to survive and thrive drives him forward, blurring the lines between entrepreneurship and unintended heroism.
Sydonay · 21.8K Views
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