thriller

Murder at Yasmur's Inn
Kato had always been drawn to the mysterious and the macabre. His insatiable curiosity had led him to explore abandoned buildings, investigate local legends, and even dabble in occult rituals. So when he heard about Yasmur's Inn, an old, dilapidated establishment nestled deep within the woods, he couldn't resist the temptation to visit.
By Ryan Hidayat2 years ago in Fiction
Make no noise, Don't move, It can see you... Content Warning.
My parents have always told me to stay quiet and to not move at night, I always thought that this was because they had sleeping troubles but the truth shocked me. I reached my sixteenth birthday and I wanted to know so desperately what the reason was that I couldn't move or make noise in the night.The following night I set up kind of a fortress by my door and spent the whole night with my phone recording through the lock of the door. When I woke up I immediately checked the footage of my recordings, it seemed normal but after 30 minutes of watching, I was truly shocked by what I had seen. A tall dark figure appeared at 1:38AM, it had a pale grey face and appeared to have no emotion.The dark figure wandered around, entering every room that had an opened door looking more menacing after every room. We live in a large house so we leave a lot of doors open. It entered the bathroom, the two spare bedrooms and the activities room. After each room, the creature looked hungrier. My soul jumped out of my body as the creature walked slowly towards my door, staring at the lock, eyes lit up red looking directly at the camera. What I hadn't noticed about the creature was its incredibly long claws, which it used to push my phone from the lock onto the floor. But my phone landed on its front, allowing me to still see what happened at the lock. The creature held its claws in the lock and waved them about until the door unlocked. However after trying to get in but failing, the creature left at 2:00.The same thing happened the next night, at exactly 1:38AM, the creature appeared and identically repeated its actions the previous night, eyes lighting up red, increasing hunger. I decided that the following night I would invite a friend over and show them what is happening. My friend David arrived at 8pm, we played video games until the night. He stayed in the guest room, he did the same as me, he propped his phone up at the lock of the door and slept the night. I begun to hear footsteps despite telling him not to move and a chilling scream followed. I cried while trying not to make a noise.The moment I woke up in the morning, I checked my footage and what I found chilled me more than anything I had ever seen. The footsteps happened at 1:46AM, but it was from the second spare bedroom. This only meant that someone had broken into the house because David ran to me asking if I heard it. The moment that the footsteps happened, the creature disappeared, and immediately, a blood curdling scream followed. Should I phone the police or should I just live with this?
By Luther2 years ago in Fiction
Castle High
In the harshness of the cold abyss I saw above me a house that was what I had dreamt of in my youth. It was taller than a mountain, but smaller than an average village dwelling from those more somber years of ages past, strong as a mighty oxen named Babe, and as light as a feather. You could pack it in a bag and tote it alongside you anywhere you had traveled to and never had to worry about leaving home behind for it followed you everywhere as it does to me now.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Call me Wind
It was then the at the last moments of my life that I have lived so long avoiding where I finally took a look around and seen what it was that I was once beholding. I took a long look around that was all around me, above, below, wipe out into the fields that the people were there planting and sowing, I watched the fires burn brightly in the night and seen all the stars in the sky erupt with all the light and shine. I sat there and watched the rise and fall of all the ones who came before and after, I watched the cities burn and turn to ashes, I watched the sky fall and grow back, seen the mountains give way and crack, fall to nothingness, and rise up once again tall and mightier than before, I seen the great halls of the days of yore where all those would meet, gather to and flock thereafter no more. I had seen the sights of those whom dwell in the hills and upon the valleys, I seen the old men cry out in anger and sob in their misery. I watched for eons with no thought or care to even set foot on their ground. I have been there above you and below you and all around. My name gives me purpose and cause and scene, I am called the Wind, my friend, welcome, what brings you to me?
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Alley
The city of Lireth was a bustling metropolis, a melting pot of cultures, ideas, and sounds. Cars honked incessantly, street vendors shouted their wares, and the distant melodies from a nearby cafe added a touch of charm to the cacophony. But amidst this symphony of urban life, there was a place where a different kind of sound echoed - a narrow alleyway known to the locals as Whisper Lane.
By Billys Zafeiridis 2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Sheba and a Messenger Bird (Part 2/2)
Instead, Bilqis decided to test King Sulaiman's honesty by sending him a letter full of rich gifts and complex questions. King Suleiman ignored them when the delegation of majesty arrived with gifts. He sent them back saying that he would bring such a mighty force that they would not be able to resist and humiliate them by banishing them from the land.
By Thowhid Miah2 years ago in Fiction
The House of Transylvania
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the small town of Sighisoara. It was a town like any other, except for one chilling secret that lingered on its outskirts-the abandoned mansion known simply as "The House of Transylvania."
By claudiu vieriu2 years ago in Fiction
The Queen of Sheba and a Messenger Bird (Part-01 of 02)
The Queen of Sheba's account is mostly found in the religious books and traditions, such as the Bible and the Quran. According to Islamic mythology, the Queen of Sheba, also known as Bilqis, is a mythical character from antiquity. She is reported to have ruled over the ancient kingdom of Sheba, which is thought to have been on the southern Arabian Peninsula, probably in what is now Yemen.
By Thowhid Miah2 years ago in Fiction
Star-Dog Ch. 2
I received this letter of confession from an inmate here at the Ark Asylum for the Criminally Insane and Desolate, here, I, Warden Cotton, shall recite into this phonograph the grave details that had transpired on the night in question where the man charged with the heinous offense of the Chicago Fire was placed under arrest and condemned then hung by the neck.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
The Star-Dog and I
It was in the middle of the spring of my youth when I were but a frail young man whom knew nothing of what the world had to offer, nor was I so young and thoughtless in my mind and eyes to know that all that was told unto me as a youthful boy was all that there was or ever will be. Here I protest to the thought that I knew and had never known anything. My youthfulness should not be apart of these thoughts that I write here, but since the quill can only take down what it is that the ink and hand place, well, it is as I said it was and that must be how I want to begin this.
By William L. Truax III2 years ago in Fiction
Dreadful Admissions
John Baxter had always considered himself an ordinary man leading a rather unremarkable life. He worked a nine-to-five job, lived alone in a modest apartment, and had a few close friends. But one fateful evening, his life took a sinister turn.
By Haris Kamran2 years ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse's Secret
The coastal town of Cresthaven was known for its rugged cliffs and wild, crashing waves. Perched on the edge of the highest precipice stood the ancient Cresthaven Lighthouse, its beacon a guiding light for ships navigating treacherous waters.
By Luna 2 years ago in Fiction