Horror anthology of bizarre and odd tales of fantastical terror, from a farmer whose farming community is increasingly losing its residents, to a clown that grants wishes, this is one book that will scare you till you are no long constipated.

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Warning this novel is very scary!!!! 

Don't read the novel late at night.

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What would you do if you happen to wake up late at night?

Or

If you stumbled something you shouldn't have?

Or

Plague by something?





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Short scary stories found in subreddit nosleep.

*Ring!!! *Ring!!!
'It's morning already.'
Rubbing my sleepy eyes i get off my bed. Making my way to bathroom i get a quick view of my mother preparing breakfast for all of us.
"Morning Mom!" 
I say out loud.
Without giving me a glance she softly replies," Oh, You are up! Aren't you tired? Go and rest some more. It's only 6:00 a.m right now."
I smiled and replied" Nah! I am fine. I was just up until 11:00 p.m. It's not a big deal."
Hearing my reply she turned back and smiled" Go and wash yourself. Breakfast is ready. In the meantime,I will go and wake up your father and brother."
Without replying her i make my way to bathroom. After washing myself i make my way to the kitchen.
Just upon entering my eyes meet a scary looking middle aged man and a young boy with drowsy eyes looking back at me.
I smiled slightly and made my way to the dining table and sat down.
The scary looking man is my Dad. He has very short black hair with brown eyes but he always has a scowl on his face. He looks scary but he is a nice man. He also hates talking too much. 
And the young boy with drowsy eyes is my little brother he is currently in grade 9. He has short black hair with brown eyes just like dad's and has a somewhat fair skin. If not for the small scars over his face.
Well, what can i say? He was always unlucky and would always get hurt when left out of sight.
He isn't very talented in school. He barely passess his exams. All thanks to me.
Nowadays, he is obsessed with some online games and plays till late night until my dad gets angry and forces him to sleep.
And carefully serving us breakfast is my mom. She has long brown hair with hazel brown eyes. Unlike my dad she always has a kind look on her face. My mom is the most important person in my life. Yeah, even more than my dad and brother.
Why? Well, it is a story for another time.
Anyways, let's talk about myself. My name is Nujal. It means clear as water. Well, it's not like i am though. It was a name picked by my late grandma.
I am currently of 19. I just completed my collage but i don't have further plans to continue my study. Why? Because i want to be a writer a great writer.
Ever since i was a child i was always attracted to books specially story books.
I used to ask my mom to buy those books and would always spend my free time by reading it.
And slowly as i grew up my preferences changed from stories to novels and essays and others.
I always had a soft spot for books. When i was in grade 10. I suddenly had a realization and got afraid. I am growing  up into a man. And being a grown up comes with responsibilities.
I have to take care of my family and others. And for that i need to have a job or a business to do it. But what can i do? I don't like working in corporates as a slave. I don't want to do something that i don't like. Then, i should do something that i like.
And hence came the question what do i like to do the most? Sleep? Nah! It won't pay me. Maybe do some online business. Nah! I don't want to read those commerce shit. Then what do i like?
That question kept bugging me the whole class. Due to which i couldn't even concentrate properly.
When i came back home, i immediately started reading some novels which i had yet to complete.
I always do it when i am confused on what to do or what not to do. Novels help me get engrossed in a whole new world from the reality and helps me calm my mind.
Amidst the reading something struck my mind. I like reading novels, and stories the most. So why not try to write some myself. Maybe i will like it and consider being a writer.
I said to myself and without wasting any time i took a pen and paper and started writing some weird shit on the spot.
I was totally immersed in my own imagination i had already forgot about time. When i finally finished writing my story. Only then did i realized that it was already 7:00 p.m.
I hurriedly changed my clothes and started doing house chores so that my mom won't need to do it even after being completely exhausted due to work.
My mom runs a fancy store together with dad.
When i finally completed my chores it was already 8:00 p.m. By that time everyone was home. My brother came home late due to his tution and both my parents had some extra work today at the store.
After completing my work i once again made my way to my room and read what kind of weird shit i had written but i had to say it was pretty good for my first time.( Totally not exaggerating)
Excited i made my way to the living room where both my mom and dad were watching some talent show. I asked them to read it. After reading my dad only said one word ' Nice'.
I thought i was dreaming or hallucinating. Because my dad never complements anyone. My mom chuckled upon hearing him and said ' It was pretty good. Did you copied it from somewhere?'
I was dumbfounded for a while. Was it that good? I wrote it in under 2 hours.
Without replying her i made my way to my room. And without wasting anytime i sent it to my friend ' Diva'. She too is just like me. She likes reading books and has probably one of the best insights when it come to books.
I had to rewrite the whole thing in my laptop and after saving it in ms-word. I sent it to her.
After sometimes, she replied to me asking about the writer.
I replied her saying it was me.
She didn't believed me at first but after some times she believed me.
After spending some times asking her about my story i finally said goodbye to her and opened the story.
I read it but i didn't felt that it was that good as they said it to be.
I had named my story as 'Life'.
My story portrayed the life of an innocent child who lost his parents. He was of only 16 when it happened.But fortunately his parents had left some inheritance for him with which he could continue living on normally.
But the his inheritance was robbed off him by his relatives.
He became like a stray cat with nowhere else to go. With no one to lean on. With no one's support.
As he was constantly living in hell due to his relatives. A  spark of hatred was produced.
Somehow he managed to join a gang of thugs. And slowly he started climbing up the ladder until he became a mafia.
He had done everything to reach here from killing, to kidnapping, from drugs dealing to guns trading. He had done it all.
But the only thing that let him do all those things was the hatred he had accumulated throughout the time.
He blamed everything he had done or gone through on his relatives. They were the one who had lit the fire of hatred inside him.
They were responsible for giving birth to such monster who was only driven by hatred.
He was constantly searching for his relatives. But he didn't had any luck with it.
And when he finally does he massacred the whole family. Without any hesitation.
And as he was already a big shot in underworld nothing happened no him. No one was able to touch him. And even after his revenge he still kept on doing all those.
Because it became his habit, job or whatever you say.
And he still kept on reigning supreme.
Yeah that's it.
Although it sounded Farfetched on how he massacred his relatives family for only some inheritance.
Just think about how he had to live on Streets with no food, clothes or shelter.
Without friends, parents or anyone to lean on. And the only reason he had to go through that situation was. Yep, his relatives who snatched his inheritance.
They shouldn't have done it. They should have those about him. Even if he wasn't their child but at the very least they were related to eachother through some bond.
They were the only reason due to which they died and they were the only reason which gave birth to such monster.
Yeah i just thought about it on the spot but everyone liked. Diva even told me to post it online. So i guess i should.
I thought and posted it online. By the time it was posted it was already time for dinner.
Few days passed by and my final examination was near. So, i started preparing for it. I did not had time to check how my story was doing.
Finally the exams were over and i did pretty well overall. I was confident that i would get an A or A+.
When i finally had the time i thought it was time to check my story.
My story didn't had a cover and it was simply weird seeing it in the no.1 of Hot. Yeah, it was in no.1. It had only been 5 days since i posted it and it already has more than 30k views with 3k comments and 23K likes. Yeah and 7K dislikes.
I was surprised seeing what was on my screen. It seemed surreal.
The first thing that i did after realising it was real was went to comment section.
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Dark67: It was deep. Although it seemed somewhat comical it still somehow managed to portray somewhat reality. All in all totally worth your time reading this story. And i definitely enjoyed my read.😁😁😁
Overlord: I really enjoyed this story. You can read it but it may not be to everyone's liking.😚😚😚

Lilith09: It is average. Not good nor bad. It would've been nice if his reason was a bit firm.
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So yeah, Some liked it some didn't. But i am still surprised though. I went through a few more comments before heading for breakfast.
While having breakfast i told about how my story got so many reactions from other things.
When abruptly my dad asked a question out of nowhere.
' So, Are you planning on becoming a writer?'
I smiled wryly and replied ' I have only tried writing once and i am not sure if it will work out. Maybe after a few more tries i will be able to decide.'
My dad nodded.
Whilst my mom spoke' You can do anything you want. I am all in for you.' 
Hearing her say it made me very happy. She is saying i can make my own decisions about what i want to do in future and she will always be all in for me.
Amidst my thoughts. My brother spoke out rubbing his eyes' What is the name of your story?'
' life' i replied. Somewhat surprised that he asked. Normally he hates reading but maybe he will read my story.
Without replying he nodded and continued having his breakfast.
After having breakfast i went to my room. Exam had just finished and holidays were going on.
So, i went back to my room thinking i would get some sleep to replenish the sleepless nights i had during exams.
And putting everything aside and forgetting about the reality. I slowly drifted away in the land of dreams.

I saw two empty seats on the aisle near the back of the bus. I plopped down into one of them and shoved my backpack under the seat in front of me.
Some kids near the driver were tossing a
. blue Nerf football back and forth. Two girls
were singing a camp song I knew from my
old camp.
The bus made a roaring sound - and lurched
forward before Heather sat down. She fell on me,
and her elbow jammed right into my gut.
"Oof.'
Did that hurt? Three guesses, and they're
all yes.
My sister didn't apologize, of course. Instead,
she pulled herself up and yelled at the bus driver,
"Give me a ding-dong break!"
That made some kids laugh. Heather didnt
care. She sat down and started talking instantly
to the girl next to her.
I turned  at the kid next to me. He was
staring through big black-frame eyeglasses at a
manga book in his lap. He was moving his lips as
he read it. He didn't look up.
Why didnt he say hi or something? I guessed
maybe he was shy.
He as about my age . He had white-blond
hair cut really short and pale blue eyes behind
the glasses. He was maybe the palest guy I
ever Saw.
You know what flashed into my mind? A zombie in a movie I watched over at my friend's
house a couple nights before.
The dude wasn't a freak or anything. It's just
that with that white-blond hair, everything
blended into everything.
And he was wearing a white T-shirt and baggy
white cargo shorts.
And what was he squeezing in the hand
that didn't hold the manga book? Was that a rab-
bit's foot? your backpack?"
did raise his eyes from the comic, though.
"Where's the rest of the rabbit?" I asked. 
I know it was a lame joke. But Ithought it was
a little funny. He smiled. But he didn't laugh. He held up the rabbit's foot. "It's kind of a good - luck thing," he said. I took it from his hand. Yucko. It was wet from his sweat.
Im Boone Dixon," I said. "That's my sister,
Heather." I pointed.
I'm Ronny McDonald I thought he said. A
car horn honked. I couldn't really hear him.
he shook his head. "Roddy McDonald."
think you're gonna need good luck?" I asked.
I handed him back his rabbit's foot. "You really
 his shrugged his narrow shoulders. " I heard
out this camp" he said softly.
Like what?" I asked.
Scary things.
Weird....
He shrugged again. He glanced out the windows.
 I dont think he wanted to talk about it.
snakes.' he said finally.
I waited for him to say more.
* Farms and flat green fields passed by outside the bus window*.
Somekids at school said stuff about snakes in
the lake. Roddy said, 
turning to me. Behind his glasses, his eyes were wide. The kid really looked frightened.
"These kids read about it online. They said the counselors make you swim with the Snakes,"
 Roddy said. He twirled his damp rabbit's foot in his hand, "You have to swim
across the lake. And the Snakes...the Snakes will..."
I felt sorry for the dude. Some kids at his
school told him a bunch of baloney, and he
believed it.
"I tried to tell my parents," Roddy said. "But
they thought I was making it up so I wouldn't
have to go to camp."
"You're a first-timer, right?" I said. "Don't you
know kids always tell scary camp stories to
frighten new campers? It's just what kids do.
You know. It's a tradition."
"Not this time," Roddy said. "They didn't
make it up."
The manga book fell out of his lap. He leaned
down to get it. When he sat back up, his face was
still filled with fear.
"Know what they call this camp?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "Camp Hither."
No, he said, shaking his head. "Everyone
who goes there calls it Camp Slither. Because of
all the snakes.
I laughed. He looked so serious, I just couldn't
help it. "Roddy," I said, " I've been to two different wilderness camps. Camps are fun. I had an
awesome time. So will you."
He swallowed hard. Those kids told me other snake stories.
"They made them up!" I cried. "They were
He stared at me.
""Tell you what,"_ I said. "Lets ask some kids
who were at Camp Hither last summer. They'll
tell you the truth."
 I stood up. The bus was filled with Campers. Every seat. Kids were laughing and talking.
cupped  hands around my mouth and Shouted, 
"Hey, everyone! Everyone! Who was at this camp last year? I need to tallk to you-"
Some kids turned around to stare at me. No
"How many?" I asked. "Dont all raise your at one time
No one. Not one raised
I gazed down the long aisle. "All new camp-
rs?" I asked.
Some kids nodded their heads. Others turned
around and went back to what they were doing.
I dropped back onto my seat. "Weird" I
muttered. SEE I AM RIGHT BOONE. 
no one ever goes back to this camp."
because no one survives" he stammered.
"See? T'm right, Boone," Roddy said. "No one
His whole body shuddered. "M-maybe its
Roddy that's impossible, " I Said, "This is
the bus for new kids, that's all. They probably
sent another bus for old campers. There will be
lots of- I stopped short and gasped. I heard a sharp
rattling sound. Right next to me. "
"SNAKE" Roddy sereamed. "It's a SNAKE!"
                    *   The End of Chapter *
 Is it really a snake ? Is Roddy going to die before he reaches at picnic spot? Many Questions remain 
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The next day.

Zhang Ye squeezed in the subway to get to work. He heard two men, who had just got on the train, speaking nearby. The topic of conversation made Zhang Ye's ears perk up.

"Old Zhao, did you listen to ‘Late-night Ghost Stories’ last night?"

"Of course, I did. I listen to that program every night without fail. Eh, I thought you didn't listen to the radio?"

"I don't listen to it, but my wife does. Yesterday, she forcefully made me accompany her and had me listen to the program. You should know my wife, right? She has so much courage. If she sees a gangster late at night on the street, just her voice will scare the gangster away. She listens to ghost stories just so she can sleep. She had never felt so afraid before. And strangely, yesterday, they had broadcast a new ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’, which scared her so much that she woke me up. I told her not to listen to it if it's so scary and just switch it off, but she refused and was adamant about tuning in."

"Haha, yesterday's ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’ was awesome. Although I was not fear-stricken, I did find it creepy deep down inside and could not sleep well. It was very good."

"I also accompanied my wife and listened till 1 A.M. It was indeed good."

"I will carry on tuning in today. I really want to know what happens in the tomb later."

"That host is a rookie, right? His name is Zhang Ye? I find his narration very good. His speed was very appropriate, as the host from before spoke too slowly.

As the two people continued to chat, they did not know that the Zhang Ye they were discussing was just a few meters away from them.

Zhang Ye felt good hearing that. This feeling was so good. Opening his game screen to look at his Reputation, it was now at 10,677.

Having bought the second 'lottery' ticket yesterday, his Reputation had been depleted all the way down to zero. His Reputation had grown by more than 10,000 in a night. One had to know that ever since Zhang Ye was born, he had only managed to gain 200,000 Reputation in his more than 20 years of living. Now, with just a night's time, he had nearly matched what he had previously gained in a year. This speed was indeed very fast. There was indeed no mistake in choosing a radio station as his first step towards becoming famous. Besides, his Reputation would slowly increase. It would increase by one or two sporadically. It was the standard practice that every episode of "Late-night Ghost Stories" would be edited by specialized staff before they placed the recording on the radio station's website. Clearly, the gradual increase in Reputation was from people who did not listen to the live broadcast the previous night and were instead from people who listened to the sound bite on the website and gave Reputation points to Zhang Ye if they found it good.

Getting off the subway and onto the platform.

Zhang Ye first went to a roadside store to buy cigarettes. His addiction was not too bad, as he would smoke two sticks whenever he encountered a good situation.

"What cigarettes do you want?" the boss asked.

Still Red River? This was the cigarette brand that Zhang Ye usually smoked. However, realizing that he was now at least a celebrity, smoking a 6 CNY cigarette did not match his status as a successful radio host and a would-be famous world celebrity. Smoking a 6 CNY cigarette would be too embarrassing. A celebrity had to appear like a celebrity. They had to display their financial ability and their social image at every moment.

As such, Zhang Ye waved his hand, "Give me a pack of Double Red Joy!"

...Alright, this pack is 6.50 CNY.

……

Reaching the office.

There were many colleagues who had dark circles under their eyes, as they had worked overtime until very late yesterday.

Zhang Ye entered and was already accustomed to being ignored by everyone. He was preparing to take his seat to begin working. Now that he had his own program, it could be considered a promotion, so he naturally had a lot more things to do.

"Little Zhang, you've come?"

"Good morning, Teacher Zhang."

"I heard the program. It was awesome."

"Right, I could not come back yesterday, as I had something going on. I also listened back at home. I heard that it is an original work of yours? And without a script? Speaking whatever you thought on the spot? Amazing!"

"No ordinary person can go on a live broadcast without a script."

"Teacher Zhang is from a specialized major, so this is nothing."

A few colleagues smiled and greeted Zhang Ye. Their attitude was very friendly.

Zhang Ye did not make a timely reaction. Teacher Zhang? What Teacher Zhang? Are they...calling me that? Realizing this, Zhang Ye quickly turned humble, "Teacher Qian, Teacher Wu, Brother Wu, please don't call me teacher. I'm still new and am just a student. I still need to learn a lot from all you seniors. Just calling me Little Zhang would do." As a person working in the media industry and someone facing the public, "Teacher" was a form of “salutation”. It was not too much, but Zhang Ye knew his boundaries. With his present qualifications, other people may respect him by calling him teacher, but he could not accept it.

By exchanging pleasantries, this was the first time Zhang Ye actually had a deep exchange with his colleagues.

The reason was clear. Previously, people ignored Zhang Ye because he was just a stand-in DJ. He did not have the looks, so no one thought he could make it big; hence, no one bothered to build a relationship with him. But now, things were different. Tian Bin had made a mistake and Zhang Ye had saved the situation at the last minute, preventing a broadcast incident. His story was also very good and he was temporarily made the host of the program. He had went from being a substitute to a main host, so the attitude of his colleagues naturally had a subtle change.

Was this how the world worked?

The way humans reacted was normal, so Zhang Ye did not make a fuss about it.

Of course, there were still many in the office who pretended Zhang Ye did not exist. This was in the character of some of them, while there were others whose work had nothing to do with Zhang Ye. Although everyone shared an office, they all had different responsibilities. A portion of them even had good relations with Tian Bin.

Behind him, a female clerk walked over with a cardboard box in her hands. Inside, there were stacks of bound letters. After passing some letters to a few program hosts, she came by to the corner and was about to put the letters on Tian Bin's table through habit, but after thinking it over and seeing that Tian Bin was not around, she glanced at Zhang Ye and passed them to him. "Teacher Zhang, these are letters from the listeners of ‘Late-night Ghost Stories’. Some of the letters are for Teacher Tian. As the postal service was slow, some of them were received only today. Some of them are yours. They were mailed out by the listeners early this morning."

Zhang Ye said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The female clerk walked away.

Zhang Ye breathed in as he opened the letters. It was like the experience of a newly-wedded bride.

The first letter was written by a child. His words were crooked and very innocent, "Hello, Teacher Zhang. The story you narrated is so good. My mother had wanted me to go to sleep early and even beat me up, but I still did not switch off the radio and listened to it secretly under the blanket. I will listen to ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’ from now on, daily!"

Zhang Ye smiled and, with some thought, he picked a pen and wrote, "I am Zhang Ye. Thank you for your letter. You should sleep early and listen to your mother. Don't stay up late at night. ‘Late-night Ghost Stories’ is uploaded on the Literature Channel's website, so you can listen to the broadcast online."  After he finished writing, he found the female clerk and received her help in sending his response to the young listener, according to the sender’s address. After returning to his seat, he carried on reading his letters.

Second letter: “Today's story is better than all the trash ghost stories from before by 10,000 times. This is the supernatural novel that resides in my heart!”

Third letter: “I am a taxi driver who works the night shift. ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’ is an awesome story. I will continue supporting it!”

Fourth letter: “This is the best supernatural novel I have ever heard! I just want to say thank you to the program team! Thank you, Teacher Zhang! I finally do not find the nights boring!”

There were more than ten letters and Zhang Ye read each and every one of them. He picked out three letters to respond to.

He then switched on his computer, so that he could read the letters in his e-mail inbox. Ever since taking over "Late-night Ghost Stories", someone had given him the password to the program's inbox. After logging in, he realized that there were more than 80 unread e-mails. This mail was not written as formally as the hand-written letters he had received. There was more online slang.

Liuliu59: "’Ghost Blows Out the Light’ is too cool!”

Edhska115: “Great, Great, Great, Great!”

Qqqry: “Teacher Zhang, say a bit more each day. I strongly request for the program to be extended. I have already recommended ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’ to many of my classmates and friends. I will be calling all of them up at night to ask them to tune in. Hehe, I'll give you a 'like' and be your fan in the future!”

So many good comments?

Zhang Ye found it to be extremely beautiful!

Look at this. Look at this. This is the voice of the people!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

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