cloud storage horror stories

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

The entire family of the Lu Ling Royal Mansion was exiled to a poor mountain valley to endure penal servitude! The Emperor hoped they would fend for themselves. Starving to death is absolutely impossible, not in this lifetime! The muddled Little Princess, Li Yuzhu, transformed into a little firecracker. Those who don’t work get hungry, if once isn’t enough, then twice. In less than half a month, the whole family began to work diligently. No money, the whole family went out together to earn it. No house, they built one themselves. No fields, they cultivated the land. Relying on medical skills brought by time traveling, Li Yuzhu led the family out of famine. As for marriage prospects, Li Yuzhu seemed unworried. She pulled over the neighboring young man: You’ve been following me for so long, aren’t you going to say something?

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

This was the era that belonged to various powerful bloodline warriors, the fervorous era where magic powers and warrior powers were the deciding factors of dominance! With endless ardor and unstoppable courage, a grassroot nobody could also shine and live like a boss! --------------------------------------------------------- Our Patreon Page is now active! If you love the book, please support us and become a patron! You will get more chapters, and our team will be forever grateful! Link: https://www.patreon.com/CWAC

She is the true daughter of a prestigious family in the Federation, who was lost outside and grew up in a garbage heap, and is also a waste with only F-level spiritual power. Her parents' abandonment and favoritism, the exclusion and framing by her green tea fake daughter sister, the cultivation sect in crisis. She can only regain her cultivation and turn the tide by participating in the Federation Planet's 'God Creation Game'! "No way? Someone with only F-level spiritual power can also enter the 'God Creation Game'?" "Maybe just to make up the numbers." "With only 3 attack points, even a gust of wind can kill her, right?" Josh, the sickly waste not favored by everyone, casually summoned a Divine-level Monster in the dimension. Just when everyone thought she was going to kill all sides, she smiled slightly: "Open for fortune-telling, divining the location, weaknesses, and treasures of monsters, looking at dimension feng shui, monster physiognomy, one divination for 3000 points, scan the code to pay, thank you!" Barrage: "What's wrong! 3000 points, what idiot would go there! She's a fraud!" Contestant: "Me me me! I want a reading, I want a reading!" "I was here first!" "Don't cut in line!" Barrage: "......" Are these the star contestants they've fostered with points?

A cat... That is also a warlock... That likes to eat ghosts. --- Mater Evol Heracy was a prideful warlock in his past life. But he successfully escaped his ill-fated to a new world. Unfortunately for him, he has become a cat. Mater found himself in the modern 21st century that filled with horrors in every nook and cranny of this haunted city. Coincidentally, ghosts are exactly what he needs to grow his power. "I shall feasts upon all the horrors and become the one and only Darklord. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" -- https://discord.gg/QMDetEzXaj

The story follows Bai Liu, who, after losing his job, becomes involved with multiple unavoidable horror live-streaming games full of various monsters and players with killing intent, putting the players’ lives at stake.

Zhao Zhitong, who was still in kindergarten, transmigrated to another time with her parents! As soon as they arrived, their heartless step-grandmother chased them out of the house. Looking at the only food in their home—two cabbages, Zhao Zhitong's parents wore identical worried looks. But Zhao Zhitong, with her innocent big eyes, took a bag of rice out from her spatial storage... So, with her parents, the five-year-old cutie began farming, planting flowers, fruit trees, and herbs. They even opened shops and ran a restaurant... Life was cozy and satisfying, but it would be even better if there weren't someone who was determined to marry her.

Ji An, carrying a Stone Turtle with the pattern of the Eight Trigrams, rises from insignificance. Small Cloud Rain Technique, Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique, Cloud Dragon Rain Technique; Sharp Gold Technique, Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Technique, Geng Metal Spirit-Slaying Sword. Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Chao Origin, Golden Core...... As he ascends to the peak step by step, with a light raise of the arm, all Dharmas follow.