#liminal

Explore stories tagged with liminal on Nightscribe and discover reads shaped by this mood, theme, or genre.

He Turned to Me and Spoke

Asher Cantrell

in #horror • 1 month ago

Note: This is a story I posted on Reddit's nosleep around 2021. They removed it for being "not horror" but I disagree. Yeah, it's comedic. I was a comedy writer for several years and wanted to try writing something funny and creepy. I think it turned out well. -------- A weird thing happened to me recently, and I've struggled with how to talk about it. Basically, there's no way to do it without sounding bugfuck insane, so here it is: ALF spoke to me through my television.

5 min 5 min 1 0

Monomanium

Dull Halo

in #creepypasta • 2 months ago

I'm getting a headache, everything sounds painfully loud in an empty basement.

27 min 27 min 4.5 1 2

Ad Nauseam -- Section 2

The_Vorhandener

in #horror • 2 months ago

Notice: This is 'section 2' of the story Ad Nauseam, I have ran into a unique issue due to the size of Ad Nauseam that I had to make this separate story just to continue until said issue is fixed; if you are new and interested please begin reading here: https://nightscri.be/s/89368/ad-nauseam If you are caught up to Chapter 33 then continue to the next page and enjoy! If you came later during this whole max size debacle, then you can skip some.

2h 7m 2 hr 7 min 1 0

Finism

SunnyAugust1212

in #creepypasta • 3 months ago

I didn't open the door. On mine and violets life I didn't, but my head was pounding the same way as it did when I went through a door.

5 min 5 min 0 0

The Felt and Fancy Show

Insurrection County

in #horror • 4 months ago

I lost my wife a few years ago. Most people hear that and picture someone older–fifties or sixties. I’m twenty-one. Rose and I were born in Insurrection County, West Virginia. Rose was a southern belle, even though she always said that West Virginia wasn’t the real South. Rose’s hair was strawberry blonde, and she had deep green eyes and freckles that would pop when her face was sunburnt.

55 min 55 min 0 0

Im A Sheriff In A Town That Doesnt Exist

TheGapInTheDoor

in #creepypasta • 7 months ago

We all have a story about how we ended up where we are. The details change. They soften, blur, rearrange themselves like furniture in a room you haven’t visited in years. The more times we remember them, the less we do. Parts get polished smooth. Others wear thin. Still… the core of it usually survives. At least that’s what I’ve gathered from the people I now call my neighbors. I’m hardly the right man to tell their stories. I probably will anyway,