Eerie Novels & Stories

“You’re walking right into something—” The ground beneath her feet shifted, the air pressing in around her like a vice. A faint, otherworldly glow erupted from the direction of the lake, casting eerie shadows across the forest floor. “What is that?” she whispered, her voice trembling. Gabriel looked confused. “What’s what?” Erika’s pulse thundered in her ears as the glow pulsed, growing brighter. Her surroundings seemed to blur and distort. She gasped, feeling an icy chill run down her spine as two glowing eyes appeared in the darkness of the forest, staring directly at her.

The familiar sense of dread that accompanied her every move was almost palpable. Lyra wandered through the twisted streets of Nyxterra, following the elusive traces of Elias. She navigated through eerie, desolate neighborhoods where the buildings were little more than skeletal remains, their darkened windows staring out like hollow eyes. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of melancholy as if the very essence of Nyxterra was steeped in sorrow and regret.

That was when I saw it. Behind Elias, in the corner of his dimly lit room, something moved. It wasn't a shadow; it was too textured, too substantial. It was a pale, elongated shape, draped in what looked like damp, gray linen. It didn't walk; it flowed, a rhythmic pulse of movement that defied the physics of a human body. It raised an arm—if you could call that spindly, multi-jointed appendage an arm—and reached toward the back of Elias’s head. My stomach dropped. Every instinct I possessed, honed by years of watching horror movies and reading urban legends, screamed at me. That wasn't a trick of the light. That wasn't a glitch. It was looking at me.

Eli stopped walking. He didn’t know why. Nothing had changed in front of him. Same street. Same quiet evening. Same distant sound of wind brushing past buildings. But something felt… aligned wrong. Like the world had tilted slightly and refused to correct itself. “…Okay,” Eli muttered under his breath. “This is getting creepy.” He turned his head slowly. Nothing. But the feeling didn’t leave. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly. It was awareness. Like someone was close enough to breathe the same air.

"Is that you?" **[MESSAGE: ARIS VANCE IS OFFLINE. I AM THE FAIL-SAFE.]** ### The Ghost of the Waterfront As I reached the edge of the city, the air began to change. It wasn't just cold anymore; it was **Vibrating**. The closer I got to the water, the more I felt a familiar hum—a low-frequency thrumming that made the hair on my arms stand up. It was the sound of a server. A massive, hidden power source humming beneath the surface of the dead world.

] [ Bima: [ Feeling a prickle of unease ] "Replay? You mean… like a recording?" [ Elian: [ Nodding, his gaze flickering towards a particular section of the wall where the light seemed to coalesce, forming a hazy, indistinct image ] "Yes. And I think… I think we’re seeing one now. It’s… focused." ] Bima followed Elian’s gaze. The light on the wall intensified, solidifying into a scene. It was dim, hazy, like a memory viewed through a thick veil, but the figures were discernible. A young woman, her face etched with pain and fear, was being held down by hooded figures. They were chanting in a language Bima didn’t understand, but the intent was clear. The air around the woman shimmered with a si

His mind shut down and he had a sudden complication of breathing as he remembers the last part of his dream that Eris was strangling him to death. “What’s wrong, you most likely seem to have seen a ghost in your dreams” Eris’s question wasn’t as gentle and as playful as how she usually sounds, this tone of voice was the same on what Sein had dreamt of and was trying to move his body to distance himself away from her. “What do you think you’re doing.” said Eris grabbing Sein by his arms pulling him closer to her with that face she had never once showed on Sein. A face that gives off the vibes like you were about to die horribly in the hands of a murderer.

He asks. My heart starts to beat faster at the mention of their name or maybe it's the fact that I just read Kevin's mind like it's the most natural thing in the world. "I think what's weird is your obsession with that creepy Amelia." Ella spits out Amelia's name like it's vernom. Kevin shakes his head. "Not this again." He says in an annoyed voice.

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

Her words pulled me back to reality. See-er is a type of medius who could see ghosts but could not hear and feel them. Medius who could hear the ghosts are called hee-er while those who could feel them are called fee-er. I was capable of the three and I don’t know what type of medius I am or what I am called. “You know what this place is creepy.” She brushed her palms against her arms. I shook my head in disbelief. She was right though but those words coming from a ghost? Just weird.