This site was never meant to exist. It began as a collection of strange journal entries found beneath a collapsed floorboard in an abandoned home. No one remembers who started compiling the stories, or why they were published here. But they appeared… and now they grow.
Some say this domain is cursed. Visitors claim they hear whispers, feel watched, and sometimes — dream about the very stories they read here. Is it coincidence? A trick of the mind? Or something older, watching from behind the code?
We simply share the stories as they come to us. Some are submitted. Some are generated. Some... just appear. All we know is: if you’re reading this, the curse knows your name now.
Welcome to ScaryShortStories.net
If the stories don't follow you when you leave — you're one of the lucky ones.