Novel & Cerita Short Mysterious Stories

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

Deep in the heart of an uncharted part of the world, where shadows danced with whispers and power held dominion over loyalty, a secretive compound thrived. It was a place no one stumbled upon by chance, a fortress cloaked in mist and guarded by legions of the unseen. Within its confines, a story was unfolding—a tale that would one day shake the balance of the underworld and the lives entangled in it.

My brows furrowed as I scrolled. It was full of supernatural theories, secret societies. Non-human entities. Stories of men who appeared and disappeared at will. Figures who manipulated reality from behind the scenes. I snorted softly. “This is ridiculous.” I refined the search and tried again. The same nonsense stared back at me. I felt a strange chill crawl up my spine, not fear exactly, but irritation mixed with disbelief. “No,” I said aloud. “That’s not possible. Those things don’t exist.” I dropped the phone onto the desk harder than necessary.

That is what I thought but… it would be more scary if I did find something weird on it. I sometimes watch movies like when the protagonist finds a mysterious room inside the killer’s house and ends up having tons of dead bodies in it. Oh, I remember one manhwa about a killer who likes to peel onions so that the smell of the blood will not reek off him. He liked his neighbor who is a newspaper writer, he invited him for dinner but ended up discovering a room full of dead bodies. It was an amazing story actually. Hah, I now wonder if his library has some stories like that.

Answers seeking is useless, if time does not allow two people to know what mystery awaits. Que sera sera; Only time is the real cursor of life. - Unknown. ------------------------------------ The year 2000 in Manila | Saint Saiti's Hospital. _____________________ "You are not allowed to leave this room. You are coming with me," says Jemiah. "No, she's going to stay with me. I have only been with her for three months. You are being selfish, Jemiah!" says her father.

I look at Polly. "Go ahead and see what you can find," I squeeze Liam's hand. Polly closes her eyes and starts chanting. I feel warm all over and look at Liam. His eyes are wide as he stares at me. "It's strange, but I can feel what you're feeling, almost as though I'm absorbing it from where you're touching me." He says softly. When Polly stops chanting, we both turn toward her. "What did you find?" I ask her anxiously. "He's one of the rarest beings of all. He's a caladrius." She says, looking at Liam.

He was already headed to the prison cells. I met him there and he smiled at me, "Good night?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows, "But seriously.....fuck up again and I will be pissed." he stated stone-faced. "I won't. I am seriously making up for lost time. Now to find out what these asshats want with our girl." I said and we walked down the stairs. I could smell the rogues before I saw them. Rogues had a certain smell to them and they smelled like the earth and mushrooms. I need to ask the Goddess when I die why mushrooms...out of everything why mushrooms?!?!

Initially, we dismissed them as mere coincidences or tricks of the mind, but as the incidents intensified, we couldn't ignore the unsettling truth. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and gold, we received an anonymous package. Inside, we found a worn-out journal, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and fragmented writings. The words seemed to hold secrets of their own, whispering of a hidden world and a dark force lurking in the shadows.

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

The old manor stood silent under the cloak of a moonless night, its ivy-covered walls and gothic arches casting eerie shadows across the sprawling grounds. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning sage, a heady mix that stirred a restless excitement in my chest. I adjusted the black lace dress that hugged my curves, the fabric whispering against my skin as I approached the hidden entrance, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nerves. I’d heard whispers of the Midnight Coven—a secretive gathering of women bound by ancient rituals and unrestrained desire—and my curiosity, tempered by a daring streak, had drawn me here. My pussy tingled with the promise of forbidde