Unnerving Images Novels & Stories

Something like a nasty gore image, meant to scare her off. The instant the thought landed, the page flashed, and the exact kind of picture she expected filled the screen. "Holy moly!" Kenneth jerked back, staring at the bloody, gruesome image. He rubbed his arms. "Why'd you pull that up out of nowhere?!" "It's just a picture." Lucy closed the laptop and stopped the investigation. "Do you really have to be that scared?" "And you tell me you weren't scared?" Kenneth's voice trailed off when he realized she hadn't even flinched just now.

Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over her like some hungry beast, immobilizing her; her brain, holding her captive. They were pictures of her. Not just normal pictures, but pictures of her in her vulnerable moments. Intimate moments. Her hands shook as she flipped the photos and assessed them. Some were of her leaving her workplace, others were of her having lunch with her colleagues but the last set had her nerves in panic. The pictures included her leaving her bathroom in a robe, her showering, of her partially naked body while she changed into clothes. It was obvious they were taken from inside her apartment.

Wren’s palms were clammy with dread as she slit open the brown envelope Ophelia slid across the marble-topped table. The lounge was hushed—only the distant clatter of rain on windows, and Ophelia’s cool, steady breathing. Wren hesitated a moment before she retrieved the grainy surveillance photographs, her heart thudding erratically. Four images, each a blurred capture of betrayal.

uncanny valley[ uhn-kan-ee val-ee ] Noun a psychological concept that describes the feelings of unease or revulsion that people tend to have toward artificial representations of human beings, as robots or computer animations, that closely imitate many but not all the features and behaviors of actual human beings. Dictionary.com 1

He murmured, working on unbuttoning his shirt, keeping his raging eyes on her. "Because I sure as hell will be having some in giving physical demonstration of your spreaded rumor." Hazel turned her teary eyes to his direction and felt goosebumps crawling her skin seeing his deranged state. He looked psychotic. "D-don't come n-near me." She mumbled, crawling back on the mattress sensing him coming closer. "I-I will complain to a-authorities." She tried to warn. Words barely managed to escape her terrified throat. She was too scared to even speak.

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I flipped my foot into my lemon palm, to prepare some for myself. My eyes darted around the dining room arranged at the corner of the living room, and a black and white image of a lady trapped in a Wildwood, in the wallpaper pasted on the wall. Just then, I felt a sudden grip on my hand. I turned back to see Arnold still on the couch. He stood up and swirled me around so as to face him. He pulled me to himself and it felt so warm in his broad hard chest, gripping his shirt as I parted my lips.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

Nandini opened her eyes being confused with the heavy weight she was feeling, she rack her eyes through the room and then her body. She was laying naked with a man although both of them naked but nandini was shocked because she didn't remember anything. "Who i am? Why i am laying like this??did i got raped?? Who is he?" Nandini was murmuring to herself while tears were making their way through her eyes. Being disturb with little incoherent words manik open his eyes and look at nandini who was murmuring and crying a little. He got alarmed and come on top of her while wiping the corner of her eyes.

A simple notification on my phone, but it carried a weight that made my stomach drop. It was a doctored video. The title alone made my heart hammer in my chest: Zane Blackwood: The Truth You Cannot Ignore. I tapped it, curiosity overcoming fear, and instantly my screen filled with images of Zane in settings I did not recognize, his expressions carefully edited, his words twisted. The video painted him as reckless, irresponsible, and deceitful. I watched as the clips flashed too quickly for me to follow every detail, but the overall message was clear: Zane had been compromised, and by association, so had I.