Horror Tales

You haven't woken up in days.

Time doesn't move quite right in this place, as you've noticed. It stretches into countless in-dream hours with each step you take. The longer you spent in here hopelessly seeking to find an exit path, the less chances you have of escaping. You remember falling asleep to the cool weight of your own blanket, the familiar crack in your bedroom ceiling and the easy assumption that morning would follow night. But after that, the world simply stilled.

All felt eerie. You've tried waking yourself before. Nightmares had rules, you see. You even remembered all the old tricks by heart. Everyone knows them: count down from a hundred, turn left three times in the hallway that never ends, pinch yourself hard enough to make a mark. And your personal favorite, scream intangible words into the dark until your throat burned and the words distorted into meaningless noise.

Perhaps you assumed that all you needed was to realize you were dreaming and say the words aloud. Those methods worked once.

"Wake up."

That didn't work. You cried it again until you lost your voice, until the words no longer sounded like language at all. Still, nothing occurred.

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocatingly so. Nothing in this place moves unless you move it. A single step. The floorboards creak underneath Yet a sickening truth takes root; you can't merely wake your way out of this. The old exits have been sealed entirely. This very dream itself has locked its jaw around you, lurking anticipatingly to see what you shall do next.

The hallway stretches farther than it logically should, swallowing itself in darkness before reaching an end. Identical, tightly shut doors line along both sides of the wall, each one perfectly closed. Not a single windows or clock in sight. No signs explaining where you are. There are only doors, several of them.

Realization soon creeps in. You cannot merely escape, unless you look deeper. Behind every single one of these doors, a different story waits, complete and already breathing. You understand, without being told, that choosing one will not free you. It will only deepen the hold. Still, the doors are the only path forward. But the hallway offers nowhere else to go, save for faint, lingering memories that don't even feel like your own. The only way out of a cryptic dream like this is to go deeper.

Enter through a story door:

⋆ Haunted Mansion ⋆ Abandoned Hospital ⋆ Lost In Forest ⋆ Locked School ⋆ Doppelganger Neighbor ⋆ Hotel With No Guests ⋆ Carnival After Midnight ⋆ The Stalker ⋆ Basement Door ⋆ The Dollhouse ⋆ Stuck In Elevator ⋆ Monster Under The Bed ⋆ Room That Wasn't There Yesterday ⋆ (Or write your own idea.)

There are infinite possibilities. This is designed to be a horror sandbox.