dead skateboarder horror story

"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.

Liszt finds himself reborn as a countryside baron in an alternate world resembling medieval Europe. In this world, there are dragons that can discharge metals, elves that can tend to crops, and missions written in mist that only Liszt can see. With the help of the mysterious missions, can Liszt gradually grow from Baron of Flower Town into something greater, claiming the whole continent and beyond?

Wu Chang has a special talent. He can see the words left by the dead in the form of bloodstains. After being involved into a Global Game, Wu finds his ability exceptionally useful. "Successfully entered 'Desolate—Plane 46957.'" "Dungeon Name: Moonlight Sanatorium." "Dungeon Type: Single Player Survival Dungeon." "Dungeon Difficulty: B." "Dungeon Status: On the verge of losing control."

A new world. A new reality. Something straight out of the novel huh? Well then, let's see what this new world have to offer? Shall i be a good guy?..... Meh. Lets just play it my way. Lets be a freaking villian.

[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?

Xu Yun is reborn to his age 15 and awakens a system. When he finally unlocks the system by obtaining his doctor degree, he's sent to a strange place. There's a man before him and when the man turns around, Xu immediately recognizes him, Issac Newton.

Zhang Feng, as a powerful mentor destined to become the next generation Celestial Master, encountered a mishap during the Celestial Master transition ceremony and found himself traversed into this world. Upon opening his eyes, he discovered he had become a forensic scientist and was immediately tasked to perform an autopsy to determine the victim’s cause of death. Zhang Feng expressed his utter breakdown: “I don’t know anything about performing autopsies! What do I do now?” Holding a scalpel, Zhang Feng looked at the pale corpse before him: “Dissection? What nonsense!” “Today, I’m borrowing this body! Arise at my command! Rise!” At the moment the already decomposed corpse on the dissection table sprang to life, the whole world fell silent.

For five years, I played the part of the perfect Luna. My husband, the powerful Alpha King Caleb, saw me only as a spy from the pack that murdered his parents. Our marriage was a cold contract, his touch forbidden. Then, a death sentence: my wolf was fading, giving me one year to earn his mark or be rejected before I died. Desperate, I shed my skin as the obedient wife. My rebellion lit an unexpected fire in him, and for the first time, he truly saw me. But just as I began to trust the pull between us, a rival’s lie shattered everything. He locked me away, and I died in childbirth—alone and betrayed.