Liminal Spaces Scary Novels & Stories

The darkness was creeping in, and the spaces seemed to grow more claustrophobic. Reluctantly, I followed behind them, the atmosphere instantly shifting as we stepped into the dimly lit corridor. Eerie sounds echoed through the narrow hallways, and the air was thick with a sense of foreboding. I wanted to be more helpful, but part of me wanted out. The hall seemed to stretch before us, getting longer and longer. Lights flashed and there were chilling screams that reverberated through the corridors. My heart raced with each unsettling noise, and a wave of anxiety washed over me.

I went to move, but my hand brushed against something cold and scaly, causing me to pull away quickly. Something moved across the floor, and I was frozen in place, squinting as I tried to spot what was in there with me. Two giant glowing yellow eyes stared back at me. A hissing sound filled the room as I felt another slithering body brush past my leg. I bit back a scream, my entire body shaking as the realization of what I was trapped with hit me.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

She’d never planned for anyone to grab all those threads at once and yank. *This web was spun from fear,* a voice said—not Elyra’s. Quieter. Older. Threaded through the roaring. The world around me flickered, then fell away. For a heartbeat, we were nowhere. Or everywhere. A space that wasn’t a space—grey‑white and soft, like the inside of a cloud. The battlefield was gone. Elyra’s grip dropped away. Lucian and Kade’s hands were still in mine, but they felt… insubstantial. Like echoes.

I’m transfixed, staring at his Adam's apple, when his silvery voice snaps me out of my trance. “I don’t like asking twice for things,” he says, his voice rough and low. I immediately know he’s referencing the comment he made while I was on stage. ‘Off’. Chills run through me. I instinctively take a step back as he steps forward. I take another small step back, and I stumble slightly. For a split second, a wave of terror washes over me. It’s like that feeling you get when you walk up the staircase at night and expect a step that isn’t there. For a split second, you’re stuck in limbo. Flailing in darkness, as your foot crashes through thin air.

There was something comforting about the way he stepped into the space; it felt like I was inviting in a slice of calm amidst a whirlwind of thoughts and insecurities. At first, those towering mirrors felt menacing, reflecting not just my physical form but also my doubts, amplifying everything I feared. The silence in the room could be deafening, almost mocking, echoing my every misstep. But over time, something shifted. The mirrors, which once felt like critics ready to pounce, transformed into mere observers. The silence became a blank canvas rather than a backdrop of anxiety. And Lucien? Well, he transitioned from a terrifying enigma to a solid anchor, someone who kept me grounded in this

POV DARLENE The True Soul of the First Luna was not a place of light, but a labyrinth of infinite, intersecting mirrors, each one vibrating with the hum of a billion discarded timelines. As I passed through the Thirteenth Gate, the weight of the "Liminal North" vanished, replaced by a terrifying buoyancy. I wasn't walking; I was drifting through a sea of liquid silver and frozen thoughts, my own body flickering like a dying star as the "Voice" I had claimed began to tear at my atoms.

Maddison Spencer-Bennett The portal didn't erupt with a sound. It erupted with a vibration. A discordant pulse that sank deep into my bones, threatening to unravel reality itself. The shadows pouring from the rift weren't mere illusions. They were dense. Tangible. Alive. They carried the stench of ancient earth, cold ash, and forgotten endings. Only moments ago, the guests had been laughing beneath the full moon, glasses raised in celebration. Now they were drowning in absolute panic.

Soon, her heart couldn't take it anymore as she burst into tears until. ~CRUNCH ~CRUNCH Chills pass through her spine. A stream of blood raged in her veins. The sound of crushing leaves reverberated inside her ears like the epiphany of death song by a grim reaper. ~huff *please ~huff "please… ~sob... please…" She turned her head, but all she saw was a green lizard trampling over broken leaves. Years of her life span passed by the sudden jump scare. The menacing aura of the night kept tearing her sanity.

Neither of them was scared which was both fascinating and concerning. My heart continued to pound and I feared the worst every second as I followed her. She kept walking until she reached the end of an aisle with a painting on the wall. She murmured something and then walked into the painting. Kira did not hesitate to follow her. I would have but Scarlette grabbed my hand and dragged me into it. The feeling of crossing over was like diving into snow. It left tingles on my skin after crossing over.