- Created By NoxRequiem
Wallpaper
A family moved into an old house, and in that house was a room with strange wallpaper. It was a floral pattern, with human faces peering from between the leaves and flowers.
The family had a young boy who became fixated on one of the faces. He’d sit in that room and stare at a particular spot on the wall. When asked what he was looking at, he’d answer, “That one has a bad smile.” The parents inspected the face, but couldn’t find anything to set it apart from the others. They attributed it to childhood imagination, and weren’t very concerned.
They were concerned, however, when they found the boy in a different room, one without wallpaper, staring into space.
Like before, they asked him what he was looking at. He answered, “It got out.”
You can read the full story here: http://www.thenoctrium.com/ghost-stories/wallpaper
Amy
An overnight stay reveals why a man's grieving brother has become such a recluse:
It’s just a random stain, I thought as I tore the pillowcase off so I could wash it in the morning. Just a coincidence. I let the pillowcase fall to the floor, and that’s when I noticed the footprints.
They meandered in from the hall, came all the way to the bed, then turned around and left the room. They weren’t neat prints with every toe clearly marked; they were smudged and blurred and red.
They had also definitely not been there when I left to wash my face.
Read the rest here: http://www.thenoctrium.com/ghost-stories/amy
Unit 319
This ghost story is about a man who moves into a creepy apartment that seems a little too empty. Soon, he wishes it was emptier.
Good Morning
A man spends the night at a small village inn to memorialize a past tragedy. This year, however, the past has come for him. Here's an excerpt:
The darkness in front of us splits, and a pair of blinding orbs appears from nowhere. There’s an awful sound: squealing, bellowing, screaming. I feel like knives are stabbing my ears, I can’t tell which way is up.
We aren’t rushing through the darkness anymore. Everything’s perfectly quiet. I think I’m upside down, and there’s something dripping in front of me.
That’s the rest of the dream, just me staring at the source of the dripping, staring and not believing it’s all that’s left of her.
Read all of Good Morning here.
Two Ghost Stories
It's been a long time since I've been active on here. Primarily it's because most of the stuff I do isn't really "otaku-ish", but I'm going to try to at least keep this world updated.
I've written a lot of ghost stories since my last post, and I won't list them all here, the the most recent ones. If you want to catch up on everything I've written, you can find it all here.
Here are my two most recent stories:
Garringer's Dog
Two friends embark on a harrowing chase through the woods one night, “hounded” by a spectral killer.
Grandma
A young girl follows a strange noise into an empty bedroom where she finds her grandma sitting in a rocking chair, muttering nonsense.
Please enjoy.
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