Existentialhorror Stories

No one notices when it starts. That's the point. This isn't a story about monsters, ghosts, or violence. It's about attention - and what happens when it becomes unnecessary. Each chapter changes something small. Not in the world. In you. There is no twist. There is no explanation. And nothing here needs to be watched to continue. You don't have to keep reading. But most people do.

A collection of unsettling tales where the ordinary fractures into something far more disturbing. Each story invites you into a different reality-one where shadows linger too long, silence feels alive, and some things are better left unseen. Not all horrors scream. Some wait... quietly.

Late But Arrived offers a simple service: send them your loved one's remains, and they'll turn them into a synthetic diamond. Installed inside a quantum computer, the crystal is used to build a model of the person you lost, trained on the digital footprint they left behind. "Late But Arrived - let them shine again." To Mr. Bennett, it seemed like a miracle. Until it started to feel wrong. A sci-fi horror story about artificial intelligence, the commodification of grief, and what emerges when the boundary between the real and the possible begins to fail.

Brian believed that if he kept his head down, did things right, and stayed patient, life would eventually make room for him. Then the airport fell apart. Set alongside the events of Resident Evil: Degeneration, this short horror chronicle follows an ordinary man navigating chaos he doesn't understand-through protests, infection, containment, and loss-without heroics, without answers, and without rescue. This is a story about being one step too late. About believing help is coming. And about how the world ends for people who never thought it would notice them at all. --- I will be posting this story on Royal Road ---

After the events of Steven Universe Future, Steven is living on his own. However, when he begins hearing strange voices and receiving troubling messages from his friends and family, he is compelled to return home and find out what exactly is going on. Yet some questions are better left unanswered.

In an endless, decaying labyrinth with no name and no exit, a girl wanders alone. She has forgotten who she was. She no longer remembers when she arrived. The world around her rots gently-walls peeling, ceilings sagging, rooms breathing in slow collapse-and she does not resist it. The decay feels familiar. Comforting. Like home. There are no monsters here. No voices. No salvation. Only peeling wallpaper, mold-soft floors, flickering lights, and a girl slowly dissolving into the place that has claimed her. Through fragmented diary-like chapters, her thoughts erode alongside the environment, until identity, memory, and self become indistinguishable from the ruins that surround her. Where Wallpaper Peels Like Skin is a quiet analog-horror descent into isolation, decay, and surrender-where the greatest horror is not what chases you, but what welcomes you.

A man who committed unspeakable acts, then entered a simulation to forget-but the mind, even when rewritten, cannot stay silent forever.

Some say love is forbidden, yet people still fall in love. Some say lust should be forbidden, yet lust fuels those who dare to love. Murder, the killing of innocent children, rape, and torture are all forbidden, yet such acts continue to occur. When I was created and the woman I loved was made, we brought forth a life untainted by lust, a life that harmed none and spared no cruelty. Yet that life was Forbidden. She was not born but made, crafted because He desired someone to cherish, even though He knew she would ultimately be mine. So, Were we not destined to be together? He created everything. He created me, and He created her. So why, when we both contributed to existence, is our union labeled Forbidden ? Whenever He creates, every work bears intention. He fashions a flower, for instance, its purpose ever elusive to me. Then He created her, a rose, a red rose and that rose came to symbolize love, the delicate union of opposites: evil and purity. She was life; I was the end. She embodied love; I embodied hate. She was the vital blood coursing through veins, sustaining life, while I was the spilled blood that heralds its demise. We were meant to be together, yet forces beyond us tore us apart. She was sent back to her origin, and I returned to where I belonged. Though everything between us was halted, I vowed before the Universal Creator That this story, which began at the dawn of all creation, Would endure until the end of creation even if the remnants of our bond lie in ruins. Thus, I leave behind our Forbidden Creation. By sacrificing myself.

This document was never meant to be read. What begins as a classified SCP containment file slowly reveals something far more unsettling: the systems keeping the anomaly contained aren't machines, protocols, or personnel. They're people. As the report fractures-through missing incident logs, erased researchers, and commentary never meant to survive-you begin to understand the truth behind SCP-003: it isn't dormant. It's patient. And it learns from those who observe it. The deeper you read, the more the document adapts. The more it adapts, the clearer your role becomes. You are not an observer. You are part of the containment. By the time you realize what's happening, it's already too late. You stayed long enough. Reader discretion advised. Some stories don't end when you close the file. You were never just reading it. This work is based on the SCP Foundation and is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 (CC BY-SA 3.0) license. All SCP-related concepts, terminology, and references originate from the SCP Wiki (www.scpwiki.com). This story is an original work written by me and is shared under the same license.

Months after the destruction of Black Hollow Lighthouse near Bar Harbor, the sea has gone unnaturally calm. Fishing routes shift. Compasses misalign. Electronics fail along the cliffs. The beam is gone. The tether is broken. And something that once pulsed in thirteens is learning a new rhythm. When strange signals begin transmitting from beneath the sealed lighthouse, the survivors are drawn back to Black Hollow. Because containment didn't fail. It ended.

Whispers you weren't meant to hear. Realities you weren't supposed to question. In this anthology of dark psychological sci-fi, each story is a fracture - a glimpse through the cracks of the mind, where identity, time, and truth slip and bleed. Here, nothing is linear. Characters speak to themselves, to you, and sometimes... to something far older. Voices echo from behind mirrors, behind doors that shouldn't exist, behind versions of yourself that never should've been. Every page is a trapdoor. Every sentence, a test. And if you're reading this... You've already been heard.

In the frozen silence beneath a wooden bridge, a dead girl drifts through the black water - until a creature cloaked in night breathes her back to life. Reborn in decay, she joins a haunting sisterhood of drowned souls, all serving a mysterious woman known only as Anna. Far away, in the lonely mountains, Anna tends to her broken children and welcomes a rare visitor - a man whose kindness hides something darker. But when an ancient being with crimson eyes and hooves descends upon her home, the fragile order of her cursed world begins to collapse. A gothic horror about resurrection, loneliness, and the monstrous tenderness between creation and creator.

It begins in Warsaw - a city of shadows, restless nights, and whispers between worlds. But the disturbance doesn't stay contained. What starts on one bus ride spreads across Europe, and soon, the entire world feels the shift. Edge Point is a dark, atmospheric tale where reality bends, and every city hides a frequency waiting to be heard.

A Haunting Allegory of Entrapment and Rebirth Trapped in an infinite, unchanging hallway - damp carpets, popcorn ceilings, shallow windows offering only distant glimpses of a lifeless sky - the narrator has forgotten time, identity, and hope. Each endless step echoes the same repetition, the same cold despair. Daydreams of summer fields and starlit gardens are the only warmth in this frozen purgatory.

A masterpiece

A violent anarchic descent into the basest depths of human consciousness. Explored through a heavy use of stream of consciousness writing, metaphysical imagery and graphic violence. Extreme adult content ahead (I mean it.) Including, but not limited to: Beheadings, extensive shootouts spanning multiple paragraphs, detailed drug use, racial slurs and more. I do not endorse nor condone any of the actions/language used herein.

A novel write from the point of view of a lamp. HoBoy, let's get this thing started.

A tense family vacation evolves into a nightmare, when an ancient monstrosity is awakened.

Ximena Reyes is a normal high school girl spending the day with her best friend in their favorite coffee shop when her life takes a drastic turn. While reading the newspaper she notices something that makes her blood run cold: An obituary with her name. Her terrible fate has already been written. The river calls to her. And nothing will ever be the same again... Or maybe it will...

A 40-year-old man drifts through a hollow, anxious life, haunted by decades of strange, dangerous dreams he cannot understand. Each night, his fantasies twist into perilous landscapes shaped by his past, reflecting fears, regrets, and memories he has buried. As the line between waking and dreaming blurs, he becomes trapped in a world where nightmares feel more real than reality-and every dream threatens to consume him.