The Thing That Wears Your Face

When a clever hunter lets a stranger into his tribe’s cave, he senses something is horribly wrong—yet every feature matches, every smile is perfect. Haunted by dreams and ancient warnings, he’s desperate to expose the impostor before it’s too late. But the real horror isn’t what the humanoid looks like—it’s the secret flaw only fear can reveal, a flaw that might mean none of us are truly human after all.

After surviving a brutal accident, she wakes in a hospital—only to discover her family’s darkest secret is hunting her. Trapped with her mom and a hundred strangers, she must outwit an inhuman predator that can wear any face, even the face of the man she loved most. Every reflection could mean death, and one wrong move will doom them all.

Eight thousand years ago, a prophecy warned that in 2012, humanity would be replaced by something else. Now, after a vanished expedition and a massacre beneath the Minnesota pines, Dr. Sanders must confront a chilling truth: the monsters aren't coming—they're already here, wearing human faces. As ancient secrets and blood-soaked experiments unravel, Sanders must ask—am I still human, or am I one of the false ones?

On the night before my wedding, the maple spirit I raised ripped out my heart and stole my face—walking down the aisle in my place, wearing my skin. My family, blinded by love, can’t see the imposter living my life, while I’m forced to watch, powerless and erased. But Michael, my cold-hearted fiancé with a violent past, is the only one who suspects the truth—and the only hope I have of reclaiming my stolen life.

Haunted by amnesia and a voyeuristic obsession, Daniel's world shatters when he discovers a corpse identical to himself in his tenant Savannah's apartment. As he unravels the terrifying truth of repeated deaths, clones, and experiments gone wrong, Daniel is forced into a deadly game of survival with Savannah—a woman whose love, grief, and madness blur the line between victim and monster. In the end, the story questions identity, memory, and the true cost of obsession, leaving Daniel—and the reader—wondering what it means to be real.

A face in the window. A voice calling your name when nobody’s there. Death wasn’t supposed to ride shotgun, but out here, on the haunted northern plains, something is crawling up from the coal—hungry for more than just the living’s fear. Mike’s trucking days were supposed to be over, but a desperate job offer drags him back into the badlands with a ragtag crew, a rival’s sinister old man, and a black jar no one dares to touch. As the wind howls and shadows lengthen, stories of cursed mines, coal husks, and missing men become all too real. When midnight brings a visitor with Dave’s face and an impossible hunger, Mike must decide: fight the thing that haunts these roads, or become the next ghost in the dust. Out here, what’s buried never stays dead—will Mike survive the run, or vanish like so many before him?

When a Harvard professor returns from the abyss, raving about a living mountain beneath the Atlantic, no one believes his warnings—until he vanishes from a locked hospital room. His diary reveals a secret that unravels the very fabric of reality: the mountain is alive, made of human flesh, and the story of John Gable is a lie. If the truth surfaces, no one is safe from what waits in the dark.

One click on a mysterious 'Impostor Test' and Chris’s world unravels—now his neighbor wears a smile that doesn’t belong to any human. The software warned him: don’t answer the door, don’t speak, don’t let them know you see through the mask. But as the line between reality and nightmare blurs, Chris realizes he’s the only one who knows the truth—and the impostor wants in.

When a tough-as-nails grandma's scraped shin spirals into a deadly fight for survival, an overworked resident faces a nightmare diagnosis and his own deepest doubts. Every second matters as small-town grit collides with a monster infection—will he save her, or lose himself in the process?

When I reunited with my first love, I thought her only secret was a bizarre beauty ritual—until a silent group chat admin warned me her tattoo is a death mark. Now the mark is glowing, her smile is vanishing, and she’s watching my every move. If I eat her food or wear her gift, I may never see the morning.

Every night, my new apartment turns into a nightmare—because my drop-dead gorgeous neighbor keeps using my address for her endless parade of late-night takeout. At first, it’s just lost sleep and fury. Then the cryptic marks appear, and I realize I’m not just a pawn in her influencer drama—I’m the bullseye. As creepy deliveries, bribes, and threats pile up, paranoia takes root, and every shadow hides a pair of watching eyes. But when a faceless stalker invades my home—leaving blood, fear, and a whisper through the door—I’m forced to wonder: is my neighbor the victim, the villain, or bait for something far worse? How do you fight back when the whole world seems to be watching, and you’re the only one awake?

Trapped in a snowbound house, Natalie and her uncle are hunted by Old Mo—a monster from childhood nightmares who wears the skin of loved ones and mimics their voices. Every knock could be a family reunion… or the end. One wrong move, and Old Mo will devour them all, leaving nothing but empty skins behind.