#Twistedtale

[butterflyblooo]

My favorite little guys ☆

[inkyl3af]

Uni been getting pretty popular~

And we also have Purge and Poison<3

Also Soul-Flood sans is being to my friend

[udaykiran514]

The Cat Who Drowned Every Girlfriend A Twisted AI Tale

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Dive into this dark and twisted AI-generated tale about a mischievous cat with a shocking secret! In this eerie and unexpected story, every girlfriend the cat meets faces a watery fate. A mix of suspense, drama, and AI creativity, this unique cat story will leave you on the edge of your seat. Perfect for fans of thrilling AI content, cute cats with a sinister twist, and those who love a good feline mystery. Watch now to discover what happens next in this captivating adventure!

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[aslamat]

The Carnival of Nightmares: A Twisted Tale of Amusement and Terror

When the carnival rolled into town below the cover of Twilight, no one could have expected the horrors that awaited. The lights, surprising and brilliant, promised joy and exhilaration. The rides, tall and enforcing, beckoned thrill-seekers with the allure of adrenaline. But this turned into a non-normal carnival. This changed into the Carnival of Nightmares, wherein the line between satisfaction and terror blurred, leaving visitors trapped in a sinister web of entertainment gone awry.

The Arrival: A Beacon of Mysterious Allure

It turned into a foggy night while the first signs and symptoms of the carnival appeared. Flyers materialized on lampposts and in mailboxes, each adorned with vivid illustrations of clowns, Ferris wheels, and merry-pass-rounds. The air buzzed with anticipation as families, teenagers, and thrill-seekers from every corner of the city collected on the fairgrounds, eager to revel in the brand new arrival.

At first glance, the carnival became a vibrant spectacle. Strings of multicolored lighting crisscrossed the grounds, casting an otherworldly glow. The air changed thick with the fragrance of popcorn, cotton sweet, and a hint of something unidentifiable but unusually beautiful. Laughter and track intertwined, developing a symphony that promised a night of unforgettable laughter.

The Attractions: A Macabre Delight

As the nighttime wore on, the real nature of the Carnival of Nightmares began to reveal itself. The funhouse, with its labyrinthine hallways of mirrors, reflected not just the traffic's photographs but also their private fears. The Ferris wheel, towering above the carnival, provided a view of the town that seemed to stretch into infinity, trapping riders in a limitless loop of vertigo.

The clown, the carnival’s macabre mascot, was usually a gift, lurking within the shadows with a smile that in no way reached its eyes. His laughter, a haunting echo, accompanied traffic as they wandered from one attraction to the next. Each journey and recreation, even though reputedly harmless, held a sinister twist. The carousel's horses moved with an unsettling lifelikeness, their eyes sparkling with understanding malice. The ring-toss recreation presented prizes that whispered dark secrets to their winners.

The Unseen: A Twisted Reality

For those who dared to project deeper into the carnival, the real horror awaited. The maze of horrors, an attraction promising spine-chilling thrills, was a labyrinth from which there was no escape. The more site visitors wandered, the more the walls seemed to shut in, reworking into gruesome, shifting faces that mocked their every attempt to locate an exit.

As the night wore on, the carnival seemed to take on a life of its own. The as-yet- jovial track now sounded dissonant and eerie. Shadows grew longer, and the colorful lighting began to flicker ominously. Visitors said they felt watched, their every flow scrutinized through unseen eyes.

The Realization: Trapped in the Nightmare

Panic set in because the carnival-goers found out they had been unable to go away. The exits, as soon as without a doubt marked, had vanished, changed by means of infinite rows of tents and rides. The carnival, it appeared, had no intention of permitting them to go. Whispers unfold many of the trapped visitors of others who had come earlier than and in no way lower back, their laughter now a part of the carnival’s haunting soundtrack.

Desperation led a few to confront the enigmatic ringleader, a determined man shrouded in thrillers and clad in a top hat and tails. His smile changed into all enamel and no warm temperature, his eyes reflecting the darkness that enveloped the carnival. His solutions, cryptic and chilling, supplied no solace.

The Escape: A Glimmer of Hope

As sunrise approached, the carnival’s preserve weakened. The first rays of daylight appeared to pierce through the fog of dread, revealing a direction. Those who had managed to keep their wits about them led the frantic rate towards freedom. The carnival resisted, its points of interest morphing into nightmarish barriers. But determination and the need to live to tell the tale proved more potent.

One via one, the site visitors emerged into the mild of day, for all time modified by means of their nightmarish ordeal. The carnival, as if acknowledging its defeat, started to dissolve into the morning mist, leaving behind nothing but trampled grass and the lingering fragrance of worry.

The Aftermath: A Tale of Caution

The city, as soon as it was vibrant with anticipation, now whispered of the carnival in hushed tones. Flyers were burned, and the fairgrounds have been left abandoned, a haunting reminder of the Carnival of Nightmares. Those who survived shared their memories of the carnival, which preyed on worry and thrived on souls.

The Carnival of Nightmares had vanished as mysteriously as it had arrived, but the scars it left behind served as a grim reminder. For in the world of amusement and delight, there lurked a darkness, watching for the following town, the subsequent unsuspecting victims, to fall into its eerie embody.

Conclusion The story of the Carnival of Nightmares is a chilling reminder that not all that glitters is gold. Under the facade of amusement and frolic, there can be a darkness that feeds on our innermost fears. The subsequent time a carnival arrives in town, perhaps a second look is warranted. After all, a few nightmares are born from the very things that promise us the most joy.

[marimancusi]

Coming October 8th! My Nightmare Before Christmas Twisted Tale. So excited for you to read Sally's spooky, romantic adventure in Christmas Town!

Disney’s New York Times best-selling A Twisted Tale series meets perennial fan-favorite The Nightmare Before Christmas, asking “What if Sally discovered Christmas Town instead of Jack?” Sally has mostly loved her creepy hometown of Halloween Town. But lately, she can't help but want something more. In a place full of the frightening, you'd think living in the shadows wouldn't feel so . . . isolating. She knows she could do so much more if she wasn't always stuck in the lab of her creator, Dr. Finkelstein. Soon Sally is surprised to learn that the Pumpkin King, Jack, is longing for a change of his own. Determined to find a solution for them both, Sally follows a vision that could be the key to changing their fates. But the more time Sally spends in the strange, jolly land of Christmas Town, the more suspicious she grows of the seemingly idyllic winter wonderland. What is lurking behind those dancing sugar plums? And what exactly does it mean to be put on the Naughty List? Will Sally be able to save the best of both towns—before it's too late?

[the-most-humble-blog]

REBLOG if you love dark poetry.

COMMENT if you've ever felt haunted by a decision. FOLLOW for more brutal, chilling horror.

Let’s keep the nightmares going. 👁️💀

[mythframe]

Ava's Return to the Forgotten #mysterythriller #horrorshorts #shortfilm #youtubeshorts #thrillerstory

[crimesofpassion24]

She Stole My Husband… But I Was Hiding Something Even Bigger From Them Both | Infidelity Stories

A dramatic image showing a close-up of a phone screen displaying the affair’s text messages, with a strong visual contrast between the protagonist and the betrayal. Add the text: "A betrayal that changed everything."

Caption: What would you do if your whole world was turned upside down by betrayal? In Crime of Passion, a woman finds out about her husband’s affair—and then discovers that she’s been hiding something even bigger. The twists are shocking, the stakes are high, and revenge is just around the corner.

👀 Watch now for the twist that changes everything.

💬 Leave a comment with your thoughts—what would you do if you were in her shoes?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJrdvspL3ss

[shwh1245]

hi about me

Author Bio for Jane Doe (Inkitt)

Hi, I’m Jane Doe, your go-to author for dark, angsty, and all-around emotionally intense stories. I'm an unapologetic lover of gay drama, with a knack for twisting plotlines into something that's equal parts tragic and captivating. Life with ADHD and autism definitely influences my writing style—sometimes it’s a little chaotic, but I think that’s what gives my characters and worlds a unique pulse. I write on Inkitt, so if you’re into complex emotions and unpredictable twists, my stories might just be for you.

When I’m not weaving tales of romance, tension, and intrigue, I’m probably rewatching horror movies or diving deep into the darker side of mythology—especially Greek myths (they’re so messed up, it’s perfect). But don’t let that fool you—while I write some heavy stuff, I have a soft spot for cats and silly pictures of them. Seriously, I can waste hours scrolling through cat memes, and honestly, who wouldn’t? Animals in general make my day, and they’re the perfect reminder of the simple joys in life.

I may not be able to draw (trust me, you don't want to see my attempts), but I make up for it with my extensive use of Picrew to bring my characters to life. Art is about expression, right? And if I’m being honest, I’d rather spend time creating worlds with words than anything else.

If you love all things angsty, dramatic, and a little twisted (with a dash of humor), you’ve come to the right place. Oh, and I hate popcorn (don’t judge me). Feel free to hit me up on Twitter at DoeJane22859 if you want to chat about books, anime, or even send me a picture of your pet. I'm always down for that.

Hope you enjoy the ride, and thanks for checking out my work!

[darkwhispermedia]

In this terrifying story, a routine traffic stop turns into a nightmare as one driver realizes that the man behind the badge is anything but a protector. Trapped in a deserted stretch of road, the driver must confront the evil lurking behind the officer’s twisted smile. A Badge of Darkness is a spine-chilling tale of terror and survival, where the line between hero and monster is crossed in the most horrifying way. If you love horror stories that explore the darkest corners of human nature, don’t miss this haunting story.

[visionproductions2008]

🔥 **Hellbound: Chapter 1 - Hell** is LIVE! 🔥

Embark on a dark, twisted journey through the underworld like never before. In this bold reimagining of Dante’s *Inferno*, Dan finds himself descending into the nine circles of Hell—only this time, his guide isn't Virgil... it’s Walt Disney. 🎭

What secrets lie beneath the surface of sin? What truths will Dan uncover about himself—and the world—along the way?

Prepare yourself for a surreal blend of horror, philosophy, and pop culture that’ll leave you questioning everything. 👀

Tap the link and join the descent into madness. There’s no turning back now.

[butterflyblooo]

They hangout sometimes ( twisted lost control of the form of his hand 💔 )

Ink belongs to @/comyet !!

Twisted belongs to me !!

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Whispering Doll Shaina Tranquilino October 21, 2024

Maggie was seven when her mother brought home the doll.

It wasn’t her birthday, nor Christmas—just a rainy Tuesday when her mother returned from the old thrift store on the edge of town with a smile and something cradled in her arms.

“Look what I found for you,” her mother said, presenting the doll with its pale porcelain face, glossy black ringlets, and piercing blue eyes. It wore a faded blue dress, lace trimming its edges, and a small, cracked heart-shaped locket hanging from its neck.

Maggie’s eyes widened. She hadn’t asked for a doll, but there was something about this one that pulled her in. She reached out, took the doll carefully in her hands, and ran her fingers over the smooth, cool porcelain.

That night, after dinner, Maggie hurried to her room with her new treasure. She placed the doll on the windowsill, propped against a pillow, and stared at it, as though waiting for something.

The house was quiet, the rain still tapping gently on the window. Maggie began to drift off to sleep when she heard it—a faint whisper.

“Maggie…”

Her eyes shot open. She scanned the room, her heart thumping in her chest. But there was no one there. The whisper came again, soft, soothing, like a breeze brushing against her ear.

“Maggie, I’m your friend…”

She turned her head slowly toward the doll. Its eyes seemed brighter now, as if they had caught the moonlight just right.

“Do you like me, Maggie?” the whisper continued, though the doll’s lips never moved.

Maggie sat up in bed, her small hands clutching the blanket. She wasn’t scared, not really. The voice wasn’t threatening. It sounded…friendly.

“I like you,” Maggie whispered back, her voice barely audible.

The doll’s eyes seemed to shimmer. “Good. I know things, Maggie. Secrets. Do you want to know what I know?”

Maggie hesitated. “What kind of secrets?”

“Secrets about your family,” the doll replied. “About your mommy…and your daddy…”

Maggie blinked. Daddy had left a long time ago. Mommy didn’t like to talk about him. But now the doll was offering answers. Answers that no one else would give her.

“What about them?” Maggie asked, her curiosity piqued.

The doll was silent for a moment, then whispered, “Your daddy didn’t leave. Mommy made him leave. She told him he wasn’t good enough for you, Maggie. She wanted to keep you all to herself.”

Maggie’s heart raced. “Mommy wouldn’t do that.”

The doll’s voice turned sweet again, coaxing. “But she did. I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m your friend. Your only friend.”

For a week, the doll whispered more secrets—things Maggie had never known or even suspected. Her mother’s secret late-night phone calls, the fights her parents had, the hidden letters her mother had kept from her father. Maggie began to trust the doll more and more, sharing her own secrets in return. They became inseparable, the doll and her, and the whispers grew louder, clearer.

Then, one night, the doll’s tone changed.

“Maggie,” it hissed, its voice cold and sharp. “You love me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Maggie whispered, clutching the doll tighter. “You’re my best friend.”

“Then you’ll do anything I ask, right? To protect me?”

Maggie nodded, though her stomach tightened at the tone.

“I need you to help me, Maggie. There’s something in this house, something bad. It’s your mother. She’s been keeping me here, locked in this body. She’s dangerous. She’ll hurt you too.”

Maggie frowned. “Mommy wouldn’t hurt me.”

The doll’s eyes seemed to narrow, the light in them dimming. “But she will. You have to stop her, Maggie. Before it’s too late.”

Tears welled up in Maggie’s eyes. She didn’t want to believe it. But the doll had been right about everything else. Why would it lie now?

“What do I have to do?” Maggie whispered.

The doll’s voice grew colder, almost gleeful. “You know what you have to do.”

That night, Maggie crept out of bed, the doll clutched tightly to her chest. She moved silently down the hallway, her mother’s soft snores drifting from the bedroom. The kitchen drawer slid open with a soft metallic scrape as Maggie pulled out the largest knife she could find.

The doll’s voice purred in her ear, encouraging, soothing. “She’ll never hurt you again, Maggie. We’ll be together forever.”

Maggie’s hand trembled as she crept into her mother’s room, the knife glinting in the dim light. Her mother stirred but didn’t wake. Maggie stood over her, heart pounding, the doll’s voice growing louder, more insistent.

“Now, Maggie. Do it. Do it for me.”

Maggie raised the knife.

Her mother’s eyes snapped open.

“Maggie? What are you—?”

But it was too late. The doll’s whisper drowned out everything else.

Later, as the house grew silent once more, Maggie sat in the corner of her room, the doll in her lap, its blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” it whispered. “We’re safe now.”

But deep inside, Maggie knew—she was not safe. Not at all.

The doll’s voice was not done with her. And it would never be done.

Ever.

[gr8-ape]

Dark Fantasy Horror Stories: Unearthly Creatures, Haunted Places & Twist...

[gesslen]

Se me escapó una risa nerviosa 😆🤣😅 mientras miraba las palabras amenazadoras que parpadeaban en mi pantalla. "Tendría que ser bastante 👉🤣👈🤪 estúpido para escribir un libro sobre cómo liquidar a alguien y luego hacerlo exactamente como lo describí. También podría enviar 🙋‍♀️💬🙋‍♂️ invitaciones a la gran revelación. No. , no en mi 🤯😎🥳😎 libro de jugadas". La ironía me golpeó como un remate de comedia. Aquí estaba yo, 🧶🎨 elaborando un thriller de suspenso, solo para darme cuenta de que mis palabras podrían traicionarme. La paranoia 💃🕺🎉 bailó claqué por mi columna mientras borraba esa frase incriminatoria, pero la 😬😰💔 preocupación permaneció, burlándose de mí con su humor retorcido. ¿Era yo el payaso de mi retorcido 🥸🤡🎪 circo, o alguien acechaba en las sombras, convirtiendo mi ficción en una 🥸🎭 comedia de situación para el público 👯👩‍🎤👯 desprevenido?

[release-by-eileen]

Love's Remains

Caution: Delving into Darker Depths 💀

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