tiny horror stories

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

For money, Jin Jumo "signed" herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year. Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, "I like women who keep their place, understand?" "Yes." Jin Jumo nodded lightly. So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line. If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be... --- "Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago." Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. "So?" "So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?" Jin Jumo gritted her teeth. "Hmm..." Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, "Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?" "It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter..." Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant... Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman. Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent. Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart. --- Four years later. "Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?" The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller. "Yes." The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony. "But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?" Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

She is the true daughter of a prestigious family in the Federation, who was lost outside and grew up in a garbage heap, and is also a waste with only F-level spiritual power. Her parents' abandonment and favoritism, the exclusion and framing by her green tea fake daughter sister, the cultivation sect in crisis. She can only regain her cultivation and turn the tide by participating in the Federation Planet's 'God Creation Game'! "No way? Someone with only F-level spiritual power can also enter the 'God Creation Game'?" "Maybe just to make up the numbers." "With only 3 attack points, even a gust of wind can kill her, right?" Josh, the sickly waste not favored by everyone, casually summoned a Divine-level Monster in the dimension. Just when everyone thought she was going to kill all sides, she smiled slightly: "Open for fortune-telling, divining the location, weaknesses, and treasures of monsters, looking at dimension feng shui, monster physiognomy, one divination for 3000 points, scan the code to pay, thank you!" Barrage: "What's wrong! 3000 points, what idiot would go there! She's a fraud!" Contestant: "Me me me! I want a reading, I want a reading!" "I was here first!" "Don't cut in line!" Barrage: "......" Are these the star contestants they've fostered with points?

If one day, everyone becomes smaller, a piece of bread can be eaten for half a month, a bottle of Maotai can be drunk for several years, taking a bath with milk is no longer a dream, and driving a toy car around the house. Doesn’t it sound cool? However, cockroaches, mice, and even ants have become deadly threats. How can people protect themselves?

A cat... That is also a warlock... That likes to eat ghosts. --- Mater Evol Heracy was a prideful warlock in his past life. But he successfully escaped his ill-fated to a new world. Unfortunately for him, he has become a cat. Mater found himself in the modern 21st century that filled with horrors in every nook and cranny of this haunted city. Coincidentally, ghosts are exactly what he needs to grow his power. "I shall feasts upon all the horrors and become the one and only Darklord. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" -- https://discord.gg/QMDetEzXaj

The story follows Bai Liu, who, after losing his job, becomes involved with multiple unavoidable horror live-streaming games full of various monsters and players with killing intent, putting the players’ lives at stake.

A sudden and unprecedented event occurred and took place on Earth. A fissure instantly appeared in the clear blue sky, revealing a void devoid of any light beyond, instantly covering the whole planet, leaving no Life, no Hell, and no Paradise behind... Hence the start of a new chaos and a great beginning of life devoid of any hope began. In this apocalypse and lawless world without any limits set upon its beings, a silent dark wisp took form. A wisp that was bound to become the Horror of All was born... "Wait… I’ve become a Ghost?!" _______________________________ Bonus Chapter; Power Stones, 200 PS = 1 Chapter 400 PS = 2 Chapters 600 PS = 3 Chapters ... Golden Ticket, 100 GT = 1 Chapter 200 GT = 2 Chapters 300 GT = 3 Chapters.

Standalone horror stories, approximately 500 to 1000 words per chapter, with each story fully independent of the others. If a character's name appears in multiple stories, it should not imply a connection between them unless explicitly noted otherwise.