I was standing one day waiting for the bus and out of nowhere a crazy guy appeared and told me he wanted to fight me, I clearly refused because I wasn't in a good mood, but he just kept insisting and insisting, so in the end I accepted and just when he threw the first punch, in the blink of an eye I activated my powers because I was using ki, and in the blink of an eye I reversed his attack to zero and decided to punish him because like I said he caught me in a bad mood, so the best punishment I could think of was to put him in a cycle where every time he died, I would bring him back to life only to suffer the biggest deaths I could imagine, then I went home trying to remain calm while at every moment I spend my energy so that he continues to die and revive, until I die of old age.

Let's introduce the characters, right?

Who will know their names, or their faces? Do they even have faces? Maybe they're part human or part something unknown. You'll never fully know, will you? You're one of the few who sees them. You can see them, but mistaking them would be your worst mistake, potentially costing you your life. You know them; they seem familiar, but don't get too trusting and you could disappear.

Watch your back, recognize their faces, draw them before they steal yours. Confirm who you are.

Are you still real? Are you not a copy, a clone? Are you not similar to before? Are you unknown? Your face is blurry, I can't see it. Do you have a face? Do you know your name? Are you human? Or are you something else? Who are you? What are you? We must make those who are different disappear, and you are one of them.

Different?

Camila grew up with her mother and father. Her family is quite close, they have dinner together and go out.

The family is quite lonely, but full of love.

One day on a walk, they were walking home, but didn't look across. The mother woke up in the hospital, frightened and dazed she asks for her daughter, but is informed that she went in alone again.

The nurse hugged her and said: "Camila lives in your memories and so does your husband".

Then, the nurse calls the psychiatric hospital informing that they found the patient who had escaped.

One day, while I was helping my mom in the kitchen, five men entered the house, dragging us out by force. They took us, I don’t know where, to two cold and dark rooms. In the room where I was, I was making a paper crane, while in the next room I could hear my mother screaming from the blows the men were giving her. A policeman came out of the room and looked at me. Smiling, he said, “This is for your siblings’ rebellion,” and then started beating me. As I watched the crane lying on the floor, I thought, when will I be as free as a crane?

My subtle response didn’t calm the overwhelming pain reflected in tears in his eyes.

Marc —I have no idea where he is. I was scared, and I had to hide the fear and turn it into frustration and anger. I just wanted to see her one more time. I grabbed him by the shirt and said,

Valens —I swear if you don’t find her, I’ll kill you. I had no idea about the harm Max caused. It was just supposed to be a kidnapping, but I saw the blade and knew my life would end soon.

Marc —Forgive me, son, he ended her life after killing her. I heard those words and ended his life. It was all his fault. He was Max’s accomplice.

Police —Why did you want her body?

Marc —I just wanted to see her one more time before she was taken by them.

Police —Do you know what you did?

Marc —Yes… but I didn’t know he was my biological father.

1. Agustina – The Strategist (Beginning)

It all began with a sound. A distant, unnatural bleat. People stopped speaking. Then, they transformed—into animals. My uncle turned into a bear. Only five of us resisted. My grandfather’s journal revealed the truth: he had summoned the Goat of the Bleeding Voice, a demon with horns and fur. Its altar was in the Black Forest. I led the group. We had one mission: destroy what he had unleashed before it was too late.

2. Giuliana – The Skeptic (Development)

I didn’t believe it. A goat that turns people into beasts? Absurd. Until I saw my best friend turn into a fox. I started hearing things—scratches, whispers, the bleat calling my name. My teeth grew. Agustina stopped me before I lost control. Fear drove me. I followed her into the forest. I wanted answers. And I wanted to destroy that creature for everything it took from us.

3. Isidora – The Warrior (Development)

The forest was alive. Exhumed humans stalked us: deformed creatures with human eyes. We didn’t attack them… unless necessary. I did. I had no choice. I stuffed my ears with mud and leaves to block the bleat. It worked—barely. The goat awaited us by the altar, taller than a man, with eyes as red as embers. Thinking hurt. But I had to keep fighting, for myself and for the others.

4. Antonia – The Healer (Breaking Point)

Minds were cracking. Wounds were bleeding. I prepared a salve with roots, salt, and ash. It burned, but it protected us. The bleat became a scream inside our heads. I saw Agustina struggling with herself. I, too, was changing. I repeated our names to remember who we were. I distributed the salve. And I prayed for strength. Not to the heavens, but to what was still human in us.

5. Renatta – The Last Voice (Climax and End)

We reached the altar. The goat roared. Antonia threw her potion. Isidora cut off its legs. I ran with the torch. I drove it into its chest. It screamed, not like an animal, but with a thousand human voices. Then, silence. The true silence. At dawn, the curse was broken. The town lay in ruins. But we… survived. The five of us. The warriors of the cursed goat.

Of All People, Did It Have to Be Me?

My name is Maria. I was born in England, but when I was two, we moved to Houston. My mom called it “a fresh start.” To me, it felt like being dropped into a puzzle I didn’t fit.

Everything started going wrong when I was nine. I fell off the monkey bars and cracked a tooth. A storm ruined my birthday party. My favorite sweater shrank in the wash, and our dog ran away the same week. I even got detention for something Loren did.

—“You’ve got a storm cloud over your head,” Loren said, half-joking.

One afternoon, we were at the park trying to fly a kite. The sky looked clear, but out of nowhere, dark clouds rolled in. A bolt of lightning struck so close we screamed and ran without thinking.

We ended up in the woods, soaked and out of breath. That’s when we saw her—blue hair, muddy shoes, and the most unpleasant expression I’d ever seen.

—“Lost, are you?” she asked, crossing her arms.

—“Who are you?” I asked.

—“Name’s Nahia. Try to keep up.”

Her attitude was worse than the weather. But she claimed she knew a way out of the woods. With no better option, we followed.

After a while, we reached an open field. A rainbow—bright and impossibly real—touched the ground right in front of us.

—“Seriously?” Loren muttered.

We walked to its end and saw a strange little creature: green skin, big round glasses, and a long brown robe. He studied us carefully.

—“What do you seek?” he asked.

—“She wants her bad luck gone,” Nahia answered for me, as if she couldn’t wait to get rid of us.

—“Is that true?” he asked.

I nodded. I was tired of feeling like life had something against me.

—“Bad luck isn’t always bad. Sometimes, it’s something we carry, not something that happens.”

I stood quietly, thinking.

—“What if I start by accepting it?” I asked.

The creature smiled, eyes soft.

—“Then you’ve already begun.”

When we left the rainbow, Nahia disappeared. I never saw her again.

I still wonder sometimes: Of all people, did it have to be me?
And now, maybe I know the answer.

two brave warriors, Aren and Lyra, faced the terror of the mountains: an ancient monster known as Drogath, a black-scaled, fire-eyed beast that had destroyed villages and devoured entire armies.

They knew they would not both return.

The combat was brutal. Drogath roared with fury as he hurled fire and shadows, but Aren and Lyra fought as one. With each blow, each spell, they managed to wound the beast, weakening it bit by bit.

When the monster finally fell to its knees, Lyra saw her chance. She shouted her friend's name, shoved him aside and lunged straight for the creature's heart with her flame-wrapped spear.

The blow was deadly. Drogath roared one last time and collapsed.

But Lyra was trapped under its weight. Her last words were a shaky smile:

-We made it... Take care of the world for me.

Aren wept in the rain of ash, alone, with the monster's corpse at his feet and a promise to honor his friend's sacrifice.

Since then, they say that every time a hero falls, a star shines brighter in the sky. And Lyra's... never stopped burning.

"Joaco" the robot factory boss, rival of the company where John works, read the news and he look at this special new: "A ROBOT FACTORY WORKER CHANGES THE FUTURE.

A robot factory worker called John, created a robot who can be possessed by a human brain". That was enough for Joaco for want to steal Coffee.

Joaco surrounded the entire company where John works in 20 march 2021.

John prepared, he told a colleague about his plan. "I will turn my brain into a chip, put it in Coffee's head, i will run to my rocket and leave this planet after grab Orange".

John turn his brain into a chip and possessed Coffee, and run into the rocket he designed, but not before grabbing Orange (another John's proyect).

John go with the rocket to a little pink planet with enough resources and time away from Joaco for make an army to fight against Joaco's army.

They sat on the floor in a circle with the lights off and began to say the words they saw on TikTok to summon the demon. Things started to move. Luciano began turning into a demon shaped like a truck. Axel, Maira, and Catalina got really scared, stood up, and ran to another room. They didn’t know what to do, and Luciano started flying and throwing things around.

Catalina started searching on her phone how to bring Luciano back to normal. They found a solution: all the players had to gather around and throw holy water on Luciano while repeating a phrase together. They went to where Luciano was, started throwing holy water on him, and said the phrase out loud. Slowly, Luciano began to return to his kind self and then fainted.

They took him to the hospital, and everything went back to normal. They threw away the Ouija board and never played or got into mischief again.

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The first night he appeared on the threshold of the door. I did not notice it at first until i heard something scratching the door. It was a real noise and not my nightmares. I screamed the nights before, but not this time. Then came a tingling, a feeling of cold that seemed to come from inside. When I opened my eyes there was a tall, blurry silhouette standing in the hallway.

My hands did not move and my eyelids closed, by the time I could open them again, It was now on the edge of my bed. I just closed my eyes waiting to wake up.

It was then that I felt the first prick, a sharp pain in my hand. Similar to a cigarette burn.

-"it hurts." - I told my mom the next day while she was buckle up my uniform.

She looked at me and sighed:

-"Be more careful then."

The following nights were the same. The wounds were climbing in a small trail of teeth and nail marks that slowly rose up my arms.

I decided to mention it a few times at lunch, to which Mom only sighed anxiously before changing the subject. A strange truth invaded me then; she knew what was happening.

That night I decided to sleep with a knife under the sheets.

"There are no monsters."

I repeated myself when I heard his nails scratching the wall. He was a man, he knew it, and the man was a monster. A man no one else wants to see.

I waited for the right moment, the one where I wake up and the monster disappears. I heard the creaking of the bed and his breath in the back of my neck.

"Now" I repeated in my head, with my hands on the knife. I think I jumped, but he didn’t disappear. Instead I fell and only a scream resounded, maybe my own voice. Which also cut off when the last puncture came and the blood stained the sheets.

two brave warriors, Aren and Lyra, faced the terror of the mountains: an ancient monster known as Drogath, a black-scaled, fire-eyed beast that had destroyed villages and devoured entire armies.

They knew they would not both return.

The combat was brutal. Drogath roared with fury as he hurled fire and shadows, but Aren and Lyra fought as one. With each blow, each spell, they managed to wound the beast, weakening it bit by bit.

When the monster finally fell to its knees, Lyra saw her chance. She shouted her friend's name, shoved him aside and lunged straight for the creature's heart with her flame-wrapped spear.

The blow was deadly. Drogath roared one last time and collapsed.

But Lyra was trapped under its weight. Her last words were a shaky smile:

-We made it... Take care of the world for me.

Aren wept in the rain of ash, alone, with the monster's corpse at his feet and a promise to honor his friend's sacrifice.

Since then, they say that every time a hero falls, a star shines brighter in the sky. And Lyra's... never stopped burning.

Five inseparable girls made up the closest group in town: Sofia, Camila, and Valentina, who were cousins, along with their friends Laura and Fernanda. They were curious teenagers, obsessed with the supernatural and exploring forbidden places.

One night, they dared to enter the old mansion on the hill, abandoned for decades. Legend said a witch once lived there, cursing anyone who dared to look into her haunted mirror. To them, it was just another ghost story.

In the attic, they found the infamous mirror, covered by a black cloth. Tempted, Laura was the first to pull off the fabric. But instead of seeing their reflections, they saw distorted versions of themselves, with hollow eyes and twisted smiles.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut. An ancient voice whispered from the mirror:

“You have broken the pact of silence. From now on, each of you will be trapped by your own fears… unless you do what no one else ever could: unite your souls as one.”

That night, the curse began. Sofia couldn’t stop seeing shadows, Camila heard voices calling her from the dark, Valentina saw her reflection moving on its own, Laura felt her body turning to fragile glass, and Fernanda woke up with claw marks on her skin.

Terrified and blaming each other, they began to drift apart. Each one believed it was the other’s fault for entering the cursed house. Until Fernanda, the bravest of them all, remembered the witch’s words: “Unite your souls.”

They gathered once more in the attic, despite the fear. Holding hands tightly in front of the mirror, they realized only together could they break the curse. As they spoke words made up from their hearts, the mirror began to crack, showing flashes of their happiest moments together: laughter, tears, adventures.

The witch appeared one last time, screaming in fury. But the bond between them was stronger than any curse. With a blinding light, the mirror shattered into dust, taking the darkness with it.

From that day on, they understood: no magic is more powerful than true friendship and unity.

With the thought that returning home empty-handed could earn him his father’s wrath, Marco was determined to bring something — anything — back to the bastard that awaited him. It was already late, around 5:48 PM, when Marco finally arrived home after hours of searching. Tired, he stepped into the main room and found his father sitting idly, drinking from a large bottle of beer. Upon noticing his son’s presence, the man demanded everything the boy had managed to find.

Terrified and anxious, Marco reached into his bag with trembling hands and pulled out the hourglass. His father, already raising his hand to slap him, followed through — but as the blow landed, Marco accidentally dropped the hourglass, which flipped mid-air and landed upside down.

Suddenly, everything rewound exactly sixty seconds into the past.

Shocked and confused, Marco stood still, trying to process what had just happened. He checked his bag and saw the hourglass was still there. To confirm what he suspected, he walked back into the house and allowed the scene to repeat. But this time, just before the slap landed, Marco flipped the hourglass again — and once more, time jumped back a minute.

May 27, 1986, a peaceful day in Nevada, USA.

Paul, a father of two sons, Frank and Katniss, along with his wife, Nancy.

Who would have thought that a family day would turn into a massacre? They would be victims of mysterious, unexplained events.

They decided to travel to Nevada, hoping to enjoy a beautiful and comfortable vacation, but on the afternoon of May 27, everything changed…

Shopping in a mall, Paul was browsing clothing stores with his family. He saw a woman playing with her son, and then, SAS! Nancy disappeared with the children. Gunshots began to ring out everywhere, and a fog began to fall that no one could explain.

Paul, desperately searching for his family, began to see people convulsing, tentacles sprouting, and vomiting blood. This alarmed Paul, and in desperation, he called Nancy. She didn't answer, nor did her children. The sound of the town clock grew louder and louder... Tick-tock! The fog grew thicker, darker, and colder. Paul managed to find his children, Frank and Katniss, but... what about Nancy?

She woke up in a laboratory, full of ritual objects, observing the place. Nancy realizes that Paul and her children are missing. Suddenly, she sees a large shadow, with horns and long legs approaching her, whispering a dark and mysterious phrase... "He is already here," "He is already here." Nancy watched the shadow in fear, wondering what the phrase meant. The shadow got closer and closer, and she backed away in fear, colliding with objects full of mysterious things. When Nancy thought the shadow was gone, whoa! The shadow attacked her from behind. She, filled with fear, tried to escape, screaming: "Help! Paul!"

The shadow, laughing, emitting a chilling laugh, replied... "Your love is gone, because now you belong to me!" Clearly Nancy knew that all this was not good, until she began to dream, seeing rituals around her, ouija boards, black candles, and animal blood... she also saw a woman, who was doing the ritual, she watched her children being sacrificed and her husband too, full of fear she began to scream, until... she fainted and SAS! It was all a dream, she woke up relieved with her family, took a deep breath and realized that it was all a nightmare.

La batalla la gono florentino y el diablo tuvo que hacer lo que pactaron, pero lo más raro es que nadie volvió a ver a florentino después de esa noche

The second time, the middle monster tried, a pink and yellow monster. He was more shy, but he still tried to get closer. The little monster only ran when he saw him.

The next was the green monster, more playful and joking, this one approached but in a different way, it filled itself with flowers and plants to get closer, with a more pleasant voice, it spoke to him capturing the attention of the scared little monster, this time the monster did not run, it began to laugh with it and wanted to be its friend, when the green monster took it with the rest of its friends, the smaller and crybaby blue monster hid behind it, since the appearance of the others was terrifying, they decided that they would use flowers so that it would adapt although every time the flowers were removed, it got scared, over time it managed to accommodate and feel good with the rest of its terrifying friends although when they managed to be with it without using its flowers, it continued to run away from time to time every time it got scared, its friends understood that it was just scared and it was not because of them, so they decided that instead of filling themselves with flowers, they would do it with the blue monster, one day, they approached with baskets and put flower by flower on his fur, when he finished, the monster smiled more confidently with his flower shield and every day, he arrived excitedly asking to be put on his floral armor to feel better