#gothichorror

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I Won Every Roll — But At What Cost?

Lieselotte

in #creepypasta • 1 year ago

A priest once gave me a gift in Aragon. He said it had belonged to a saint. That was a lie. Whatever power dwells in those dice does not answer to heaven.

14 min 14 min 4.0 3 2

The Hunger Of Gorvich Hall

Arthur M. Bering

in #horror • 6 months ago

"Lady Valtin! Lady Rudova!" Béla, who had dozed on the steps of the gazebo, lifted his head and mustered a lazy bark toward the path. An elderly man, wearing a messenger's garb, stood past the bed of daffodils and looked around in confusion. The presence of my large hound didn't seem to concern him, or perhaps he sensed that Béla was not in the mood to cause any trouble on such a nice day.

2h 14m 2 hr 14 min 2 0

The Road Over Crockanroe

NightmareNugget

in #creepypasta • 1 month ago

[Originally posted to a paranormal forum in March 2023, split across four posts because of the character limit. Reproduced here in full, with the poster's section headings.] My counsellor thinks I should write this down. Not to post, necessarily. Just to get it out of my head and onto something that isn't my head. I'm posting it because if I only write it down, it's just me and the page again, and I've spent five years being the only person who knows the whole of it.

1h 28m 1 hr 28 min 3 4

Darkness in Desdemon

Dull Halo

in #mystery • 7 months ago

Within the dark penetralia of the human soul, where fear of the unknown festers and finds its deepest dwelling, there stood a town named Desdemon. Hidden among towering pines, shrouded in perpetual mist, its days were sunless, its nights without dawn. The air was frigid and damp, steeped with whispered tales of cosmic dread, as though even the churning fog carried secrets too terrible for the tongue.

12 min 12 min 1 0

Beneath the Deadfall

M_Quinten_ONeill

in #horror • 1 month ago

Never look beneath the deadfall. I don’t actually think Edgar needed this to be explained. But then, maybe it wasn’t really for him. Maybe it was for me. I like explaining it. It’s like a dark, dirty secret that every kid in our school knows.