The Nightly Storyteller
@nightlystoryteller.bsky.social
Stories don’t just haunt me.
They change me.
📖 Horror blog: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com
🕯️ Somedays get darker.
They change me.
📖 Horror blog: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com
🕯️ Somedays get darker.
❄️ Gold Coin Chronicle: Coin surfaces through snow. Friends shove Daniel off ridge. Snow swallows him—but spits back changed. Eyeless force stalks. Coin chose its host. Not finished.Read the chill: #GoldCoinChronicles
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/11/%...
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/11/%...
December 12, 2025 at 4:29 AM
❄️ Gold Coin Chronicle: Coin surfaces through snow. Friends shove Daniel off ridge. Snow swallows him—but spits back changed. Eyeless force stalks. Coin chose its host. Not finished.Read the chill: #GoldCoinChronicles
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/11/%...
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/11/%...
📚 The Library stampeded awake. Ink bled, a name burned: Nikos Stavros. The Centaur herd whispered—Run. Bleed. Obey. Belong. Another Chronicle rises from the stacks… #BorrowedWorlds #LibraryAwakens
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/09/%...
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/09/%...
December 10, 2025 at 1:24 AM
📚 The Library stampeded awake. Ink bled, a name burned: Nikos Stavros. The Centaur herd whispered—Run. Bleed. Obey. Belong. Another Chronicle rises from the stacks… #BorrowedWorlds #LibraryAwakens
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/09/%...
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/09/%...
🪙 She flipped the coin. It vanished. Hours later, the sound returned—not a clink, but a whisper. A voice that saved her, then betrayed her. Now, the voices are multiplying, arguing inside her head. thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/07/%...
December 8, 2025 at 3:40 AM
🪙 She flipped the coin. It vanished. Hours later, the sound returned—not a clink, but a whisper. A voice that saved her, then betrayed her. Now, the voices are multiplying, arguing inside her head. thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/07/%...
🕯️ I Am No Longer Alone in My Skin.
In the Endless Library, a coin rolls endlessly—reflecting desire, cataloguing rot, whispering endings. If you hear it scrape in the dark, don’t turn. It already knows you.
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/05/%...
In the Endless Library, a coin rolls endlessly—reflecting desire, cataloguing rot, whispering endings. If you hear it scrape in the dark, don’t turn. It already knows you.
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/05/%...
December 6, 2025 at 3:35 AM
🕯️ I Am No Longer Alone in My Skin.
In the Endless Library, a coin rolls endlessly—reflecting desire, cataloguing rot, whispering endings. If you hear it scrape in the dark, don’t turn. It already knows you.
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/05/%...
In the Endless Library, a coin rolls endlessly—reflecting desire, cataloguing rot, whispering endings. If you hear it scrape in the dark, don’t turn. It already knows you.
thenightlystorytellerblog.wordpress.com/2025/12/05/%...
Your body is making room for a parasite. After merging with the Scarab, the host meets a new creature—one that recognizes him. It's not an attack; it's an invitation.
🪙 NIGHTLY STORYTELLER: The Creature That Followed. #HorrorBlog #Scarad
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
🪙 NIGHTLY STORYTELLER: The Creature That Followed. #HorrorBlog #Scarad
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
November 22, 2025 at 11:45 PM
Your body is making room for a parasite. After merging with the Scarab, the host meets a new creature—one that recognizes him. It's not an attack; it's an invitation.
🪙 NIGHTLY STORYTELLER: The Creature That Followed. #HorrorBlog #Scarad
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
🪙 NIGHTLY STORYTELLER: The Creature That Followed. #HorrorBlog #Scarad
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
🪙 A coin found in hospital tiles. A cabin plunged into darkness. A masked intruder. When the phone screamed, the coin answered. Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Call in Cabin Nine ➡️
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
November 14, 2025 at 10:15 PM
🪙 A coin found in hospital tiles. A cabin plunged into darkness. A masked intruder. When the phone screamed, the coin answered. Read The Gold Coin Chronicles: The Call in Cabin Nine ➡️
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
🪙 It never stays gone.
A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
👉https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/witchs-coin.html
A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
👉https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/witchs-coin.html
November 13, 2025 at 2:54 AM
🪙 It never stays gone.
A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
👉https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/witchs-coin.html
A coin that beats like a heart.
A witch bound to its curse.
And a traveler who learns silence is never peace.
The Library waits…
👉https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/witchs-coin.html
🪙 A Gold Coin Horror Story – Part One
At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
💀 Read if you dare: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/coin...
At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
💀 Read if you dare: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/coin...
November 11, 2025 at 9:49 PM
🪙 A Gold Coin Horror Story – Part One
At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
💀 Read if you dare: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/coin...
At Blackwater Lake, Elena found a coin etched with a weeping willow. By dawn, one man vanished, and the legend whispered: “Remember me.”
💀 Read if you dare: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/coin...
🚨 “The Warning Comes Too Late” 🚨
On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
November 11, 2025 at 9:45 PM
🚨 “The Warning Comes Too Late” 🚨
On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
On Route 17, Elias found a coin. Warm. Waiting. Hungry.
Some roads don’t just remember their victims—they collect.
💀 Some legends knock once. Others leave a down payment.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
The Nightly Storyteller
🚨Tonight, she had to drive it. She never believed the rumor of the Birchkin... until the road went silent.
The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Hollow Grove drops now. Don't drive alone.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#Horror #UrbanLegend #HauntedRoad #Birchkin
🚨Tonight, she had to drive it. She never believed the rumor of the Birchkin... until the road went silent.
The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Hollow Grove drops now. Don't drive alone.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#Horror #UrbanLegend #HauntedRoad #Birchkin
November 10, 2025 at 1:10 AM
The Nightly Storyteller
🚨Tonight, she had to drive it. She never believed the rumor of the Birchkin... until the road went silent.
The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Hollow Grove drops now. Don't drive alone.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#Horror #UrbanLegend #HauntedRoad #Birchkin
🚨Tonight, she had to drive it. She never believed the rumor of the Birchkin... until the road went silent.
The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Hollow Grove drops now. Don't drive alone.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#Horror #UrbanLegend #HauntedRoad #Birchkin
🌙 Five friends. One lake. One coin that should’ve stayed buried. What crawled out of Willow Lake that night changed everything… Dare to read The Nightly Storyteller. 👁️http://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/gold-coin-last-call-at-willow-lake.html
November 9, 2025 at 12:53 PM
🌙 Five friends. One lake. One coin that should’ve stayed buried. What crawled out of Willow Lake that night changed everything… Dare to read The Nightly Storyteller. 👁️http://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/gold-coin-last-call-at-willow-lake.html
🪙 Grief leaves paw prints that never fade.
A coin appears, a toll is paid, and two faithful guardians rise to fight the darkness.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Guardian’s Farewell →https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold-coin-chronicle-guardians-farewell.html
---
A coin appears, a toll is paid, and two faithful guardians rise to fight the darkness.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Guardian’s Farewell →https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold-coin-chronicle-guardians-farewell.html
---
November 9, 2025 at 2:25 AM
🪙 Grief leaves paw prints that never fade.
A coin appears, a toll is paid, and two faithful guardians rise to fight the darkness.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Guardian’s Farewell →https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold-coin-chronicle-guardians-farewell.html
---
A coin appears, a toll is paid, and two faithful guardians rise to fight the darkness.
Read The Gold Coin Chronicle: The Guardian’s Farewell →https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold-coin-chronicle-guardians-farewell.html
---
🎙️ The Sins That Sing at Night 🌑
A debt never dies—it sings. The Vega women bear the crescent scar, hunted by La Lechuza, the witch‑owl. Listen closely… if you’re humming now, don’t stop. She listens for silence.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
A debt never dies—it sings. The Vega women bear the crescent scar, hunted by La Lechuza, the witch‑owl. Listen closely… if you’re humming now, don’t stop. She listens for silence.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
November 8, 2025 at 6:08 PM
🎙️ The Sins That Sing at Night 🌑
A debt never dies—it sings. The Vega women bear the crescent scar, hunted by La Lechuza, the witch‑owl. Listen closely… if you’re humming now, don’t stop. She listens for silence.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
A debt never dies—it sings. The Vega women bear the crescent scar, hunted by La Lechuza, the witch‑owl. Listen closely… if you’re humming now, don’t stop. She listens for silence.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
It ends in Part III & IV — The Mask’s Lie and The Eleventh Shape — where graves disguise the living, masks hum with hunger, and the dead rise cloaked in scarab-light.
Read the finale now… if you dare.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...
---
Read the finale now… if you dare.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...
---
November 8, 2025 at 2:06 AM
It ends in Part III & IV — The Mask’s Lie and The Eleventh Shape — where graves disguise the living, masks hum with hunger, and the dead rise cloaked in scarab-light.
Read the finale now… if you dare.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...
---
Read the finale now… if you dare.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...
---
🪶 The Marked: The Curse of La Lechuza
A family debt carved in scars. A lullaby that hunts through generations.
You’ve heard the song now… and once you listen, it never leaves.
🔗https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/marked-song-of-la-lechuzalocation-eagle.html
A family debt carved in scars. A lullaby that hunts through generations.
You’ve heard the song now… and once you listen, it never leaves.
🔗https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/marked-song-of-la-lechuzalocation-eagle.html
November 7, 2025 at 1:05 AM
🪶 The Marked: The Curse of La Lechuza
A family debt carved in scars. A lullaby that hunts through generations.
You’ve heard the song now… and once you listen, it never leaves.
🔗https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/marked-song-of-la-lechuzalocation-eagle.html
A family debt carved in scars. A lullaby that hunts through generations.
You’ve heard the song now… and once you listen, it never leaves.
🔗https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/marked-song-of-la-lechuzalocation-eagle.html
🪙 The coin doesn’t choose the brave.
It chooses the sleepless.
And once it does, the nights change.
GoldCoinChronicles
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
It chooses the sleepless.
And once it does, the nights change.
GoldCoinChronicles
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
November 6, 2025 at 2:08 AM
🪙 The coin doesn’t choose the brave.
It chooses the sleepless.
And once it does, the nights change.
GoldCoinChronicles
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
It chooses the sleepless.
And once it does, the nights change.
GoldCoinChronicles
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
You thought the ritual was complete.
But the coin was only the beginning.
The next horror is already unfolding. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/nigh...
But the coin was only the beginning.
The next horror is already unfolding. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/nigh...
November 5, 2025 at 3:57 PM
You thought the ritual was complete.
But the coin was only the beginning.
The next horror is already unfolding. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/nigh...
But the coin was only the beginning.
The next horror is already unfolding. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/nigh...
It was quiet for two days.
Then the coin turned warm.
Something had been watching.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cry-...
Then the coin turned warm.
Something had been watching.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cry-...
November 5, 2025 at 1:34 PM
It was quiet for two days.
Then the coin turned warm.
Something had been watching.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cry-...
Then the coin turned warm.
Something had been watching.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cry-...
📞 You wake at 3:00 a.m.
Your dog whimpers.
Your phone rings.
No name. No number. Just: INCOMING CALL
A whisper counts down from ten.
You have one chance to make your pact.
Before it marks you.
🪙https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/incoming-call-300-am-countdown.html
Your dog whimpers.
Your phone rings.
No name. No number. Just: INCOMING CALL
A whisper counts down from ten.
You have one chance to make your pact.
Before it marks you.
🪙https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/incoming-call-300-am-countdown.html
November 5, 2025 at 12:10 AM
📞 You wake at 3:00 a.m.
Your dog whimpers.
Your phone rings.
No name. No number. Just: INCOMING CALL
A whisper counts down from ten.
You have one chance to make your pact.
Before it marks you.
🪙https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/incoming-call-300-am-countdown.html
Your dog whimpers.
Your phone rings.
No name. No number. Just: INCOMING CALL
A whisper counts down from ten.
You have one chance to make your pact.
Before it marks you.
🪙https://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/incoming-call-300-am-countdown.html
🕷️ New from The Nightly Storyteller: Marked — Eight Eyes Watching.
In the Candlelight Library, a tale unfolds of a man who mocked spiders… until they laughed back. 🕯️
Read if you dare: webs remember. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#HorrorBlog #CreepyTales #TheMarked
In the Candlelight Library, a tale unfolds of a man who mocked spiders… until they laughed back. 🕯️
Read if you dare: webs remember. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#HorrorBlog #CreepyTales #TheMarked
November 4, 2025 at 11:08 PM
🕷️ New from The Nightly Storyteller: Marked — Eight Eyes Watching.
In the Candlelight Library, a tale unfolds of a man who mocked spiders… until they laughed back. 🕯️
Read if you dare: webs remember. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#HorrorBlog #CreepyTales #TheMarked
In the Candlelight Library, a tale unfolds of a man who mocked spiders… until they laughed back. 🕯️
Read if you dare: webs remember. thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
#HorrorBlog #CreepyTales #TheMarked
🪙 A coin found at a truck stop.
🐺 A howl too deep to be human.
📻 A voice on the CB that sounds like yours.
The Michigan Dogman doesn’t hunt. It waits.
And the coin doesn’t choose sides—only moments.
Read “The Weight of the Beast” now.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
🐺 A howl too deep to be human.
📻 A voice on the CB that sounds like yours.
The Michigan Dogman doesn’t hunt. It waits.
And the coin doesn’t choose sides—only moments.
Read “The Weight of the Beast” now.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
November 4, 2025 at 9:41 PM
🪙 A coin found at a truck stop.
🐺 A howl too deep to be human.
📻 A voice on the CB that sounds like yours.
The Michigan Dogman doesn’t hunt. It waits.
And the coin doesn’t choose sides—only moments.
Read “The Weight of the Beast” now.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
🐺 A howl too deep to be human.
📻 A voice on the CB that sounds like yours.
The Michigan Dogman doesn’t hunt. It waits.
And the coin doesn’t choose sides—only moments.
Read “The Weight of the Beast” now.
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/gold...
What would you trade for gold?
Elias found a coin in a thrift store.
It hummed. It haunted.
And it wasn’t done with him.
Some treasures don’t need curses.
They just need you to hold on too long.
🕯️http://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cursed-coins-of-croesusa-gold-coin.html
Elias found a coin in a thrift store.
It hummed. It haunted.
And it wasn’t done with him.
Some treasures don’t need curses.
They just need you to hold on too long.
🕯️http://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cursed-coins-of-croesusa-gold-coin.html
November 4, 2025 at 4:05 PM
What would you trade for gold?
Elias found a coin in a thrift store.
It hummed. It haunted.
And it wasn’t done with him.
Some treasures don’t need curses.
They just need you to hold on too long.
🕯️http://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cursed-coins-of-croesusa-gold-coin.html
Elias found a coin in a thrift store.
It hummed. It haunted.
And it wasn’t done with him.
Some treasures don’t need curses.
They just need you to hold on too long.
🕯️http://thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/10/cursed-coins-of-croesusa-gold-coin.html
🕯️ A knife on the floor. A map made of blood. A fog that watches back.
The Storyteller Chronicles begin with The Atlas of Thresholds — where curiosity cuts deep and doors open themselves.
🩸 Read now: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
The Storyteller Chronicles begin with The Atlas of Thresholds — where curiosity cuts deep and doors open themselves.
🩸 Read now: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
November 4, 2025 at 1:45 AM
🕯️ A knife on the floor. A map made of blood. A fog that watches back.
The Storyteller Chronicles begin with The Atlas of Thresholds — where curiosity cuts deep and doors open themselves.
🩸 Read now: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
The Storyteller Chronicles begin with The Atlas of Thresholds — where curiosity cuts deep and doors open themselves.
🩸 Read now: thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
🕯️ He thought the Mothman was a warning—not a monster. Until the static whispered his secrets. Until the wings came. Read “The Eyes Above Point Pleasant” and see why belief is a door:
🩸 thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
🩸 thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
November 4, 2025 at 1:44 AM
🕯️ He thought the Mothman was a warning—not a monster. Until the static whispered his secrets. Until the wings came. Read “The Eyes Above Point Pleasant” and see why belief is a door:
🩸 thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
🩸 thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/mark...
"Not all curses begin with coins. Some are written in blood. 🩸
When Mara returned to Tennessee, the Bell Witch was waiting. Now her wound drips cave water and whispers old names.
New story live ⬇️"
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
When Mara returned to Tennessee, the Bell Witch was waiting. Now her wound drips cave water and whispers old names.
New story live ⬇️"
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
November 2, 2025 at 12:28 AM
"Not all curses begin with coins. Some are written in blood. 🩸
When Mara returned to Tennessee, the Bell Witch was waiting. Now her wound drips cave water and whispers old names.
New story live ⬇️"
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...
When Mara returned to Tennessee, the Bell Witch was waiting. Now her wound drips cave water and whispers old names.
New story live ⬇️"
thenightlystoryteller.blogspot.com/2025/11/nigh...