Unnerving Images Novels & Stories

He squeezes back, but his eyes stay locked on Ronan. “This isn’t a drill,” Ronan says, voice low but carrying easily across the room. “We have a problem.” A ripple of unease moves through all of us. Barric steps forward, tossing a tablet onto the table. “Humans are posting videos.” My stomach drops. “What kind of videos?” Thorne asks, though I already know. Barric taps the screen. “Partial shifts. Claws, eyes, bone movement. Enough to look fake… until it doesn’t.”

I hurriedly searched through the email, and my breath caught in my throat as I found an attachment waiting for me. With hesitant anticipation, I opened the attachment, and what I saw before me shattered the fragile tranquility I had known. It was a collection of photos, carefully curated and organized, showcasing moments from my life—my private life—captured without my knowledge or consent. Each picture held its narrative, a silent testimony to the fact that I had been unknowingly observed, and monitored.

I muttered, grabbing my phone's charger and plugged in my phone I held out the flash drive and inserted it right into the USB port. I clicked into the drive, my eyes darting around it's content, but all I saw was videos "Videos?" I whispered, my heart racing as I clicked on the video The screen flickered to life but instead of a video, I was met with an eerie black screen "What the hell is this?" I muttered under my breath and suddenly the screen flickered to life displaying images of people in a room I swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I tried to comprehend the scene playing out right before me

We stared right at each other and smiled for one last time. “So… it’s finally goodbye,” I said as I reached out my hand for a handshake. “Goodbye,” he weakly said before shaking it. It’s an awkward gesture and so laugh erupted from our lips. We then drank the wine from our glass until suddenly… I felt something wrong. “Are you okay, Ayesha?” Ivann asked worriedly, the moment he noticed me acting strange. My head started spinning and my vision started blurrying. “Fuck! I think something was in my wine! My vision is starting to blur!” I heard him complain to myself.

Kevin was having another disturbing nightmare, and he kept seeing four distinct images in this order; houses on fire, blackbirds sitting on a tree, a name written on a paper, and a man screaming while he was being tortured. His grip on the bed sheet tightened, and drops of sweat gathered on his forehead. His head turned, eyes remained closed, his chest heaving rapidly. Once again, images of a gigantic cloud of smoke rising from burning houses, Crows pecking an oak, a finely written note with a name on it, and a man screaming in pain floated around his mind. His body was hunched, his breathing hastened and fingers clenched together.

So many eyes were on her and Madame Hornet got so much gifts on her account. This woman showed her girls nothing but wickedness. She gave them no breathing space and it was funny how well she acted all nice to her customers. ''Short she devil'' was what her girls called her behind her back. She flogged them whips whenever they made a mistake, but she avoided hurting their face. During this period, Elsa started having nightmares of what happened in her hometown. She screamed every night from her sleep and that annoyed Madame Hornet greatly. The girls comforted each other and over time they became each other's family. These nightmares continued until one day in the kitchen, Elsa thought she pu

Every single person at the table is staring at me. “Alpha Hall,” Lilith repeats softly, savoring each syllable. Faye clapped her hands lightly. “Oh good. We’re all rooming together. How domestic.” I scan the table again. Alaric is watching.Not amused. Not surprised. Just satisfied. As if this outcome had already been calculated, decided and he knew the end game. The stained-glass window at the far end of the hall caught my attention again—sunlight pouring through fractured images of humans battling something monstrous. Shapes drawn in gold and shadow. Limbs too long. Eyes too hollow.

Curious, I clicked on the link, and the wired doing can't through before the disturbing image of a naked man pressed behind a naked woman as he thrust inside her with so much force. The sound of their body colliding resonated through. My eyes widened as I turned my head to look at Orion, who was looking at me. “ I'm sorry.” I tried to exit the page, but another one showed on the screen with a more disturbing noise.

In this very room. Something like panic started to unfurl inside me as I took in my pictures and as he swiped his thumb on the screen I realised there were a lot of them. In one of them my hair were spread over the pillow, my legs tangled in the sheets. Another picture showed my bare back arched, the dip of my spine exposed in the moonlight and revealing the curve of my arse. There was another with my breasts exposed. And another, god… I staggered back. In this one my legs were bent at the knees and parted to reveal my—

Loren informed her before she turned and left the library. Iris waited until the door shut behind Loren before impatiently tearing the envelope open. Pictures fell out of the package on the table when she failed to stop it from ripping abruptly. She tossed the empty paper aside and picked up the pictures to observe the content on them. Iris felt her breath clog in her throat as she looked through the pictures and her breathing became more erratic with each picture. Her hands trembled harshly as her body fought to process what she was seeing. “Oh my god” Iris choked out. She was horrified at the pictures staring at her in the face.