A Devilish Disguise horror story about a baby that was replaced with the devil (disguised as said baby) in the POV of the family
Saint Nick: horror story about Santa... that's all I'mma say
Friends With My Demons: A short dark comedy story about a baby that grows up, having befriended a demon. Their family believes the demon to be an imaginary friend, little do they know it's an actual demon that is haunting their family.
BeFriend Your Demon: an interactive story/simulation game where you try to befriend one of six demons while navigating your newfound adult life. -> view the masterlist of posts here.
Commercialized: a person is trapped, living in a commercial. Every time the commercial plays, their "role" changes as they try their hardest to get out. Will the nightmare never end?
Phynnia sat at the police station, hugging herself and crying while Chuck sat in silence. They'd agreed when Phynnia had joined the poly relationship not to meet in person, but this was special circumstances.
Chuck sat quietly, waiting for the police to update them on any sort of information they had, but when they were approached, all they got was disappointment.
"I'm so sorry, but she needs to be missing 24 hours for us to be able to do an investigation," the officer apologized. "We have to follow protocol."
Phynnia cried harder, burying her face in her hands. Chuck's chest tightened, both in anger and in worry. By the time 24 hours came around, anything could have happened to her.
"That is the stupidest protocol I have ever heard," he said, putting a gentle, comforting (but awkward) hand on Phynnia's back. She didn't even seem to notice him do it, only continued to cry.
He felt a pang in his chest.
"We'll figure it out," he promised her. "This isn't the end of this." As the officer apologized and they stood to leave, he squeezed her shoulder and said, "Let me take you home. You're too emotional to drive yourself." She only nodded, too distraught to argue. He was right, after all. What argument could she make? That they'd made a deal? That she'd promised she would never? How could she even think about any of that when her beloved girlfriend was missing?
"Cara, you'd better be alright," she whispered to herself, burying her face back into her hands. She felt strong but warm hands pull her into a hard chest. She rocked his whole body with the strength of her sobs. He only held her tighter until the tears slowed. They never fully stopped til they put her to sleep that night.
Cara could hear skittering in the walls. There was something that sounded like a centipede the size of a bus in them. As much as Cara loved nature and the outdoors, centipedes were one of her least favorite bugs. She shuddered to think what the thing in the walls must look like. She had finally gathered the courage to speak and was about to call out "very funny" when she heard a bloodcurdling scream, followed by a thud like someone just fainted.
Then came the intense metallic smell. She no longer believed that person was fainting.
As Cara came to the realization that she may be in danger, she listened for where the movement had moved to. The sound of bones snapping made her gag. She forced the vomit back down, not wanting to alert the bug of her presence. If it was a centipede, their sense of smell is their best sense.
Slowly, Cara rose to her feet. If this was real and there was a giant centipede killing and eating people, she needed to get out of there while it was eating its prey.
As her feet touched the floor, everything fell silent. She stopped, holding her breath. Now came the game of chicken. Who would give up first? Before she had time to react, the skittering raced toward the door to the room she stood stalk still in.
She raced to the closet just as the door banged against the wall aggressively.
Everything went silent. She held her breath and waited to be devoured.
Ooooh, nope! I know exactly what my palate cleanser is going to be... COMMERCIALIZED, my beloved! Time to work on something more horror-centered. Get my heart pumping in a different way! <3
A Devilish Disguise horror story about a baby that was replaced with the devil (disguised as said baby) in the POV of the family
Saint Nick: horror story about Santa... that's all I'mma say
Friends With My Demons: A short dark comedy story about a baby that grows up, having befriended a demon. Their family believes the demon to be an imaginary friend, little do they know it's an actual demon that is haunting their family.
BeFriend Your Demon: an interactive story/simulation game where you try to befriend one of six demons while navigating your newfound adult life. -> view the masterlist of posts here.
Commercialized: a person is trapped, living in a commercial. Every time the commercial plays, their "role" changes as they try their hardest to get out. Will the nightmare never end?
I need a palate cleanser after that... gonna go take a nap or like... play a game or something. I think I have one or two more WIPs I need to post a beginning to then they will all officially be posted. Thanks for your patience anyone that might read them.
Trigger warning: CPS, child protective services, children being taken from their families, baby death (not all in this chapter but it will be in the story)
I can't quite explain it, but ever since The Incident, something has felt... not quite right about my son.
You see, when he was 2 months old, a horrible health crisis occurred. Because of this crisis, he was assumed to be abused by his father and I. It took having a doctor come in and explain the health phenomenon for us to get him back
When he did return home, something seemed... off. I just wrote it off at the time as growing up and a trauma response to being forcibly taken from his parents.
The more changes I noticed, however... the more I realized this is no trauma response.
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My son was only two months old the day my hubby and I transported him to the hospital. He had been behaving oddly. his right side had become rigid. When he would cry, his right side would be jerking around like a hand on a clock, but it was isolated to just the one side. I became worried and, alongside my husband, rushed him to the emergency room.
Once we got there, our fears were confirmed. They said that they needed to do all of these tests. We sat in his hospital bed with worried pits in our guts as we awaited the results of his numerous tests. Even if I wanted to, it would be impossible to put into words the horror, pain and fear we felt when the doctor came back into the room, looking grim. I was pacing for the billionth time when he finally showed us his face.
"Sir, ma'am, you may need to take a seat for the news I am about to share." I froze as he said this, immediately plopping to sit, sick with worry. The doctor took a moment to study us before continuing. He finally spoke after we'd waited for a while with bated breath.
"Do either of you know of your son having... a fall? Or any other form of head trauma recently?" My husband and I exchanged startled and confused glances.
"No."
"How long as your son been having seizures?" We both froze when he asked that.
"Seizures?" My husband chimed in, seeing my frozen and horrified face.
"Yessir, the movements on his right side? We had to do some tests to confirm it, but those are seizures." My husband glanced at me and wrapped an arm around me to comfort me as he continued. The rest of the conversation was fuzzy as I was spiraling with guilt while they talked.
How did he start having seizures? Nothing happened to him. I was so careful with him since he came home. How did I not recognize those as seizures? How could I have been such a terrible mother and not see that he was suffering? Sure, I brought him to the ER, but what if we lose him to this? The questions haunted me and wouldn't stop piling on til my husband had me in a bear hug. I didn't feel him touch me or pull me in, just snapped-to to him holding me.
This broke me. He held me after what we just heard? He didn't judge me or hate me?
He tilted my head up just as the tears finally started to fall. Gingerly, he thumbed them away.
"It isn't your fault." The words felt like daggers in my chest. How could he say that? I was the main caregiver -- his kiss brought me back out of the thought.
"We'll figure this out," he promised, cupping my cheek and staring at me lovingly. I closed my eyes against the pain in my chest, trying in vain to stop the tears from continuing to fall. He pulled me into another hug and stroked my hair while I sobbed against his chest.
Once I finally calmed down, he spoke again, tone soft and loving.
"How much of what the doctor said did you hear?" He asked. I opened my mouth to reply just as a knock came to the door. Before we could invite them in, the door slowly creaked open. My husband glanced at me, looking worried.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Coolu?" A voice asked just as three people entered the room, softly closing the door behind them. My husband hugged a protective arm around me, which he very rarely does.
"Yes," he replied simply. I stared in confusion. Why had the air in the room become so stiff?
"Hello, I am Sirenia Mirano and these are Louie and Mark. We are members of the social work team. We were called to speak with you." I could feel my husband stiffen against me but he only nodded to the woman speaking.
"Are you mom and dad?" She asked.
"Yes," I said simply, tone as confused as I felt. What had I missed? Clearly, my husband knew something I didn't.
"Is now a good time?" Sirenia asked.
"As good a time as any," my husband answered, voice tight with restraint. Clearly, he wanted to tell her to fuck off... but why?
"I don't understand. Our son has insurance. Great insurance. Why do we need to speak with social work?" I asked bluntly. I didn't have time to waste. I wanted to see my son.
"Ma'am, this isn't about money..."
"It's about Child Protective Services," my husband finished for her. She tensed slightly but remained calm.
"No, sir. We just want to understand what happened to your son. That is all."
"And what if we don't know what caused the seizures? What if we don't have an explanation? Will you take him?" The woman's mouth tightened in attempt to hide any emotion but I caught the smallest hint of something in her eyes... what was my husband talking about? What wasn't she saying?
One of the people that came in with her -- Mark, was it? -- was writing on a pad of paper as we all conversed. It seemed every comment, every reaction was followed up with him writing on the pad. I glanced down but he shifted it out of my view, making me frown.
"We don't have the power to take your son, and that is not the goal of this visit," Sirenia said simply. My heart started racing.
"I know all about what your team does here," my husband snapped. "We have nothing to say til our attorney gets here." The woman looked taken aback this time as she opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say one word, he quietly snapped, "Get out!"
Alright, thanks to my bf being so sweet and thoughtful and my future MIL taking bubba for the next like 5 hours, I am in a better place to be able to write the rest of that first chapter.
I am working on the first segment of A Devilish Disguise.
The first section is really heavy for me, so it's taken a few sittings to get through, and today in general was super heavy for me emotionally, so I may or may not have the mental fortitude to finish it today and post it... but the start of A Devilish Disguise should be done soon. I almost finished it the other day then my son needed to be taken care of so I had to stop writing but yeah.
Phynnia sighed as she pulled up to her girlfriend's house. They'd had a date planned. In spite the fact that Cara never responded to her several attempts at reaching out about the date, she still showed up. It was unusual for her to just disappear like that, but Cara never wanted to cancel dates on her (if anything, she was usually the one needing to cancel), so she figured that maybe she just got caught up trying to pick the perfect outfit. After all, today was their 2nd anniversary.
She turned her car off and got an instant eery feeling as the car's engine silenced. The place felt creepily silent. She jumped as her phone dinged with a text message. It was Cara's boyfriend, Chuck. She glanced at it, frowning, thinking maybe they had forgotten today was her and Cara's anniversary and that they had plans, but instantly, a hot sweat built up on the back of her neck as she saw the text.
You heard from Cara today?
She shuddered to think what that could mean. She hadn't reached out to either of them? That was unusual. Phynnia jumped out of the car, stumbling at how quickly she tried to exit, and caught herself just in time to look up at the car racing past her and blaring its horn. Someone rolled down their window to scream "LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING" and flip her off. She ignored it, shakily getting to her feet and brushing herself off. People were real pieces of work, but she had more important things to think about. Like if her girlfriend of 2 years was okay.
Her phone dinged again just as she stepped to the sidewalk and she glanced down. It was him again.
I'm worried. I haven't heard from her at all. When you see her, please tell me so I know she's okay.
Her anxiety spiked again but she tried to ignore it. It was nothing. It was nothing... right? She made her way to the front door, taking a slow breath.
The place was completely silent. Not even Cara's dog could be heard moving inside or barking. She felt a rush of fear but just let it drive her to knock on the door, which she did firmly, leaving no mistake that the door was knocked on. And she waited.
And waited.
No one came. She waited some more; still nothing.
She pulled out her phone and called Cara. It went straight to voicemail. Now the panic started to take hold as she pushed on the door. It wasn't locked. She stepped inside. "Hello?" Cara's dog rushed up to her, tail and ears down, looking scared and like he hadn't been outside in hours. Phynnia stroked his head, making his tail wag ever so slightly, but the ill-ease continued. "Where are you?" Phynnia muttered as she walked to the backdoor and let the dog out. As the dog rushed past her to go potty, she rushed upstairs, where all she heard was the brand new TV, quietly playing a commercial.
She looked in every room, calling Cara's name as loud as she could. Nothing. Not the bathrooms, not the bedrooms, not the crafting room... she was gone without a trace. All that Phynnia did find was her cell phone, which was dead on the floor as if Cara had dropped it.
She stared in awe at the amazing new TV she'd gotten as a present from her boyfriend. She hugged it before putting it on its stand and marveling about how it filled her wall.
Grinning excitedly, she turned to the remote control and pressed the power button. The first thing that blared on the huge screen was a commercial for a horror movie. She put her finger on the volume down button, but before she could, she felt something sucking her toward the TV.
She gasped in surprise, staring as she slowly was vacuumed closer and closer... until her bedroom disappeared altogether and was replaced by a room she didn't recognize. There was hardly any light, so as she stared about her to figure out where she was, she could barely make anything out. What she could, she didn't recognize.
Until it hit her.
That commercial she'd been just watching...
The lights suddenly came on and a chainsaw buzzed right next to her face. As the lights went black, the chainsaw went silent.
What was going on? Where was she? Why was there a chainsaw directed so close to her? Where did it go? She stared about her desperately, but she couldn't find a trace of the large figure holding the chainsaw.
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She stared in awe at the amazing new TV she'd gotten as a present from her boyfriend. She hugged it before putting it on its stand and marveling about how it filled her wall.
Grinning excitedly, she turned to the remote control and pressed the power button. The first thing that blared on the huge screen was a commercial for a horror movie. She put her finger on the volume down button, but before she could press it, she felt something sucking her toward the TV.
She gasped in surprise, staring as she slowly was vacuumed closer and closer... until her bedroom disappeared altogether and was replaced by a room she didn't recognize. There was hardly any light, so as she stared about her to figure out where she was, she could barely make anything out. What she could, she didn't recognize.
Until it hit her.
That commercial she'd been just watching...
The lights suddenly came on and a chainsaw buzzed right next to her face. As the lights went black, the chainsaw went silent.
What was going on? Where was she? Why was there a chainsaw directed so close to her? Where did it go? She stared about her desperately, but she couldn't find a trace of the large figure holding the chainsaw.
AITA for trying to connect with my biological son, only for his "goth girlfriend" to put me in a psychic timeout?
Throwaway account because my main is currently being tracked by a corporate mad scientist who thinks he owns my cell tissue.
I (Millennium-old Calamity from the Skies, Genderfluid Cosmic Horror) am having some major family drama and need an outside perspective.
A little background: Thousands of years ago, I had a bit of an "incident" with the local Cetra population on this planet (long story short, I just wanted to assimilate their consciousness into a glorious eternal collective, but they threw a massive temper tantrum and buried me in geological strata). Fast forward to a few decades ago, some corporate creeps dug me up, cut me into pieces, and injected my cells into a human fetus to make the ultimate bioweapon.
That fetus grew up into my beautiful, perfect biological son, S (M, 1st Class SOLDIER, gorgeous silver hair, loves long swords).
Because we share DNA, I’ve been trying to do some long-distance gentle parenting. You know, standard motherly stuff: sending him psychic pings, whispering in his ear during his sleep that we should burn down corporate infrastructure, and encouraging him to reclaim his birthright by wiping out all mortal life on the planet. It’s called bonding.
But here is where the problem starts.
My son has this childhood best-friend-turned-partner, B (F, "Angel of Shinra" in the streets). She’s got this wild pedigree—half celestial guardian, half infernal demon tyrant. Honestly, she was supposed to be a perfect Jenova/Celestial hybrid project, so I thought she’d understand the vision.
Instead, she has completely ruined my relationship with my son.
Whenever I try to send S a nice, comforting vision of planetary annihilation, B uses her innate Celestial Aura to completely intercept my calls. She basically erected a psychic firewall around his brain and shoved my consciousness into a literal corner of his mind. I am literally trapped in a mental closet while she uses their stupid "Red Thread of Fate" to keep him sane, grounded, and feeling human feelings.
Worse, she encouraged him to defect from Shinra, and now he’s leading an anti-corporate resistance group. My son—the apex predator of Gaia—is living in a deeply cozy, rustic mountain cottage in the middle of nowhere, eating hearty stews, and acting like a family man to their twin kids.
I tried to break through the psychic firewall the other day to tell him how embarrassing this is. I whispered, "My boy, let us sail the cosmos upon the lifeblood of this dying world." Do you know what B did? She channeled her corrupted demonic magic, glared into the psychic void, and basically told me that if I didn't shut up, she'd let her actual demon dad (Asmodeus) hunt me down next. Then she completely blocked my frequency for the rest of the month.
S didn't even try to defend me! He just sat there holding her hand, completely shielded from my maternal guidance.
I feel like I’m being completely alienated as a mother. I gave him my cells! He has my beautiful silver hair! I just want us to travel the stars as an unstoppable duo of space-faring horrors, but his overprotective, eldritch-Nephilim girlfriend has him convinced that chosen family and healing from corporate trauma are more important than planetary destruction.
So, AITA for trying to guide my son back to his cosmic roots, or is his girlfriend gaslighting him into being an emotionally stable rebel leader?
AITA?
YTA
ESH
NTA
Voting ended onJun 8
Top Comments
User_01_X_SOLDIER: YTA. Lady, she isn't putting you in a timeout. She’s keeping your kid from burning down Nibelheim. Also, have you seen the cottage? It has wolf pelts and Genesis reads poetry in the library. Let the man live his domestic life.
H0j0_Sci_Daily: ESH. Sephiroth is a triumph of my scientific genius, not your motherly intuition. Though, I am deeply intrigued by the N01's ability to partition your cellular frequency. Please send coordinates of the cottage so I can log this data.
True_Cloud: YTA. I used to think your son was a hero, but honestly, seeing him stand up to you and Shinra is way cooler. Also, tell Bianca her fight training tips are working.
Planet_Healer_Aerith: YTA <3 The Lifestream says your vibes are entirely toxic. Bianca is doing a wonderful job keeping Sephiroth's aura clear of your sky-parasite nonsense. Go back to the crater.
K_Eisenhower: NTA. You were just trying to show your son his true calling. Humanity deserves to burn. If your son won't assist you, I can in his place? We can burn this place down together.
@bardic-tales I know you've been enjoying some of my other "demon content" so I thought maybe you'd like this new interactive story to take the place of my old one.
You try to befriend one of 6 demons, and depending on the one you pick (and if you're successful in befriending them), there are different (surprise) results.
:) my pinned post also has listed descriptions of the other stories I plan to write if you wanna be tagged in any since they're taking the place of all of my old stories you were in the taglist to.
