Public Domain Horror Stories Novels & Stories

“I need to go. Good luck finding the exit.” Frequency was always like that, loud and thinking everything one of us does is important. I don’t mind it though usually he would stay and talk at me for hours and hours with barely any rest. Telling me all different stories about the Nightmare Lords. He somehow knows everything about all of them besides Invent and Imagery. One went missing some odd years ago while the other has never even been saying.

The university library was nearly empty at 9 PM on a Thursday, exactly how Mara preferred it. She'd claimed her usual spot in the back corner of the third floor, surrounded by towering shelves of forgotten literature that nobody bothered with anymore. Her psychology textbook lay open in front of her, but she'd read the same paragraph three times without absorbing a single word. The quiet was hypnotic. Just the distant hum of the heating system and the occasional whisper of pages turning somewhere far below. Then she heard footsteps.

The document was titled: CONSENT & NEGOTIATION AGREEMENT. Between Julian Cross (Dominant) and Eden Vale (Submissive) She looked up at him. Julian’s expression remained calm, almost gentle. “I believe in being direct,” he said. “I’m not interested in wasting either of our time. I’m a Dominant. I own and operate Obsidian, a private BDSM club. I’m looking for a submissive partner — someone who is willing to explore power exchange with me under clear, negotiated terms.” Eden stared at him, momentarily speechless.

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

She’s always wanted to live a simple normal life. But the woods surrounding blue bridge have always belonged to something ancient, Something feared. So normal is overrated! Whispers of a monster called Fenris have haunted the town for years, a savage beast that stalks the forests at night, half man, half nightmare. The locals fear him. Hunters disappear because of him. And every full moon, the woods bleed. Dominica should have stayed away even after her parents were gone... But well she never did believe in such folktales and she loves her town.

Surprise and something like awe light their eyes as they watch my mate. They now know they’ve made the right decision in their not guilty ruling. Pride swells in my chest. “I’ve been to the Domain three times, and each time, I realized they’re more dangerous,” I speak, resting a hand on top of Harper’s head as she sits with the wolves. “Each time I was there, I found they’re organized and methodical with their security. The building the Domain is currently in is large with many corridors and rooms to house items, creatures, and merchandise.”