Silent Hill Stories Novels & Stories

“Then we go into the woods. Deep enough they won’t find us. Come on, little brother. Don’t make me beg.” I hesitated, shame and excitement twisting in my gut. “This is insane. But… fine. Just quick.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back door before I could change my mind. We hiked fast into the thick pines, his grip tight on my wrist. The forest closed around us, birds calling overhead. “Ryan, slow down,” I panted after twenty minutes. “I think we’re going too far. I don’t recognize this trail.” He glanced back, smirking. “Good. Means no one will hear you scream my name when I breed you.”

Lilyana's eyes heated up as she approached the door of Rafael's room which was slightly open and there were sounds like someone out of breath gasping for air accompanied by moans. "Shhh... nghh... Rafa." "Faster." Lilyana closed her eyes as she endured the pain and peeked through the crack in the door. Furthermore, the sight in front of her made her stomach churn. In there, Rafael without a single thread was supporting the body of an equally naked woman. Meanwhile, the woman was incessantly chanting Rafael's name. DEG Lilyana's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a knife had stabbed her right in the heart in the most painful way. Her mind was reeling and could hardly believe what she was see

Child of shadow and light. She who carries both shall rise… The Hallow surges. A pulse of dark energy slams through the cabin, rattling the windows, shaking dust from the rafters. Jason stumbles, grabbing the wall. “Brad...what the hell was that?!” I exhale slowly. “The Hallow,” I murmur. “It knows.” Jason’s voice cracks. “Knows what?” “That she’s the One.” The shadows coil tighter, swirling around my feet, eager, restless, alive. Jason swallows hard. “What does the Hallow want with her?”

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

The wet sounds of fingers in cunt were obscene in the silence—schlick-schlick-schlick—barely masked by the low TV hum. Harper broke first—hips stuttering, cunt clamping down on Mia’s fingers, a choked sob escaping against Mia’s lips as she came. Slick gushed over Mia’s hand, dripping onto the blanket below. Mia followed seconds later—back arching, walls pulsing around Harper’s fingers, a muffled cry swallowed by Harper’s mouth. Her thighs shook; her toes curled. They stayed locked together—fingers still buried inside each other—panting softly, foreheads pressed, hearts hammering.

Lorja kept his irritated face and just frowned while still keeping a serious gaze in the direction where June was waiting for any movement from them. The three of them lay down on the floor as the creatures finally left. Raia lay down while trying to calm himself, while Aki pulled her hair while trying not to cry again. June leaned against the wall while holding his forehead. Silence prevailed among the three of them. "I don't know if I should believe you. At first, I thought that you just made up the story about ghouls and that this school is a farm and we're the products being fed to that man who kills people, but... but," Aki said before tears started falling from her eyes.

Rather than saying any of that, I said: "I.. want.. I want to continue" I finally said, after thinking about how this will be the one and only time "I am going to remove the rest of your clothing. At any point, if you want to stop then let me know" he said softly. I don’t have experience with any of this. Not really. Everything I know comes from stories shared in hushed tones or half-joked confessions from friends. I’ve heard about the reckless heat of one-night stands, the awkward fumbling, the silence that follows. There are no deep talks in those stories. No slowing down. No understanding. Just a beginning and a swift end.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

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.

Raphael asked, smirking as well. But Shaine has a dark plan in her mind. She sat on her knees, held Raphael’s hard standing cock, and gently stroked it. Raphael groaned, he loved how soft her fingers were. “Fucking stroke me fast!” Raphael commanded, but Shaine only smirked and shook her head. “Tell me if you’re cumming already,” Shaine said otherwise. Her ten fingers were wrapped on Raphael’s shaft, and yet it seemed like it wasn’t enough to hold him in control. So Shaine had to suck the part of Raphael’s cock that couldn’t be wrapped by her fingers.