Galactic Horrors

When a trawler goes silent off the coast of Newfoundland, a Coast Guard lifeboat crewman helps search for her and finds only a circle of black water lying flat in a gale. Weeks later the trawler is back, hanging two hundred and fifty feet above the sea on a black stalk, every deck light burning, her crew alive and waving.The station's own lifeboat goes out to reach her and ends up beside her, with the young man he helped onto the crew waving from its deck. Every boat that crosses the calm water below is swallowed and raised to join them, and the town learns the one rule that seems to keep the men alive: someone on each deck must keep moving, or the boat is drawn under.Night after night the lights creep closer to the harbor while the men above the water weaken. Ordered to keep his boat tied up, he has one dangerous way to reach them without crossing the calm, and a closing window of wind in which to try.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta

A government geologist has spent twenty years mapping Triton, Neptune's frozen moon, from a desk in Arizona. When new orbital pictures show rows of pale shapes standing on its ice, spaced as evenly as fence posts, he tells NASA they are frost volcanoes. He knows ice never stands in rows. He just wants to walk among them.So eight men land beside the rows. Up close, the shapes are tall figures carved from nitrogen ice, frozen mid-stride around an alien ship. The ones nearest it are running for its hatch. The hatch is sealed from inside.Then, a mile from camp, the ice begins carving again. First the dome. Then the rovers. Then the crew, one man at a time, each caught in a moment he was certain nobody saw.Every morning the likenesses are sharper, down to the bones inside them. Nobody knows what happens when one is finished. And the man who brought them here on a lie has something he can't let anyone see.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta

Out past Neptune, where crews tow comets sunward for their water, a tug's drive engineer wakes warm and unhurt inside the robot rescue ship that swallowed his crew's wreck. Its fleet was launched sixty years ago so that no one stranded in the dark would ever die, and it has kept that promise: everyone it ever took in is still aboard, alive inside its white walls and glad to be there.The ship takes them one at a time, in an order that seems to follow who is likeliest to die, and the engineer's cradle sits at the head of the line. Nothing aboard will let him fight, run, or come to harm while he waits. Nobody has left in thirty-one years, and the kindly faces in the walls are already asking for him by name.Somewhere in the chain of swallowed wrecks there may be a way out, though someone will have to pay for it. Each morning the warmth is harder to resist, and he begins to understand why the people in the walls are smiling.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta

For three years, an American cave surveyor working for CERN has kept a secret beneath the Large Hadron Collider: a forgotten smugglers' cave, far below the collider's tunnel, that appears on no map but his own. On the final night before the winter shutdown, he is sitting there in the dark when the rock above him cracks and a pencil-wide hole lined with glass opens in the roof, with another in the floor beneath it.By morning, five men are dead in the cavern overhead. Whatever the beam created now rises through the mountain every eighty-four minutes, takes a hand's width of anything within reach (rock, steel, or a man), and falls back into the earth, a little deeper each time. The crews dig to stay ahead of it while he keeps quiet about what his map shows.Soon it will sink beyond anyone's reach for good, and the last place it can still be met is the cave he wanted for himself. Every hour he stays silent makes the truth harder to tell, and other men are paying for it.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta

For eleven years he has driven piles into the Mississippi as the second man on somebody else's rig. When a mining company offers him a hammer of his own, the work is seven weeks from Earth, inside a dead creature the size of a moon. Night crews drive bronze wedges into its copper veins, and what boils out is a metal purer than any furnace at home could make.He loves those nights alone in the dark with the hammer finally in his hands. Yet the men who vanish in the galleries are never brought home, and the carcass shrinks a little every time its veins are drawn. The company cares only that the metal keeps coming.Then a new engineer arrives with a rush order and picks him to open the largest vein in the creature, one no one has ever dared to tap. It is everything he crossed the solar system for, and taking it means ignoring every sign of what the giant does with the men who die inside it.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta

On Alaska's dying North Slope, a pipeline welder lets a nineteen-year-old apprentice carry the blame for the failed weld that killed the boy. Facing an inquiry, he signs up to be frozen for a single year in an old coal mine on Svalbard. He wakes more than four thousand years later, in a world without towns or lights, where the people by the fjord know exactly what men like him are for.On the mountain above the shore, the old seed vault still juts from the glacier, and the islanders need the seed inside to keep their fields alive. Something lives in the dark behind its steel doors, and it claims whoever crosses each threshold first. So the thawed sleepers walk in front, door after door, with spears at their backs.When the elders press the brass key that wakes the frozen into his hand, choosing who walks next becomes his job. His old crew still sleeps in the racks, among them the foreman who covered for him and the brother of the boy he let take the blame. Their capsules are slowly failing, and every man he saves from the ice will have to climb it ahead of him.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta

For twenty years he has been the cleanest cutter on a hunting ship that harpoons the slow beasts grazing the dark between the stars. Their oil keeps a frontier colony alive far from the sun, and the purest of it, rendered from the young ones, burns in the hospital lamps over babies born too soon, as it once burned over him. Like every hunter, he keeps one rule: never cut into the stomach.Then his captain wants a young beast stripped before a rival ship reaches market, and he cuts through a thin patch every old hand leaves alone. Inside, sewn into the floor by pale growth, lies a lifeboat from an ore hauler lost eight years ago. Five of its men are still alive, and the one who greets him has been waiting for someone to cut through.Bringing them home should feel like a miracle. Yet no one aboard wants to ask how they survived, and every young beast he has ever stripped was cut loose with its stomach still sealed. The clean oil he was so proud of comes from a source he never questioned, and now he cannot stop wondering who else is waiting in the dark.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta

Nearly seven miles beneath the Pacific, a three-man submersible mapping the Mariana Trench finds what no chart has ever shown: a perfectly round shaft cut into the rock, with pale, eyeless creatures the length of a bus drifting up out of it impossibly slowly. The engineer who built the sphere's life support tells the others they have air enough to watch for six hours, so they stay.When they surface, the support ship is gone, and so is everyone they knew. Beside that shaft, every minute cost a year up top, and the things they watched rise have had four centuries to grow; now they haul themselves ashore each night to scrape the coast of Guam bare. High on the mountain, the survivors' descendants have been waiting for the crew to come back up.They want a second dive with the village's blasting powder, to bring a slab of the trench wall down across the hole, though every minute near it will cost the people above six more weeks. The sphere holds three men and three men's air, yet desperate families are paying for seats aboard it, and the engineer must decide how long he can let them believe there is room.🔗 Official Links:The only place to get daily and bonus Galactic Horrors stories with no ads or interruptions is Patreon:📡 Join Patreon: https://patreon.com/GalacticHorrorsGalactic Horrors stories are also available as eBooks on Amazon, with new releases every week:📚 eBooks: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0H2F5M2B3/allbooks📖 Written by Galactic Horrors⚠️ Content Ownership NoticeAll stories, artwork, thumbnails, and animations featured on this channel are original creations of Galactic Horrors. I do not accept or feature submissions from other creators. Unauthorized reproduction, redistribution, or re-uploading of any content from this channel, in any form, is strictly prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright. Legal action may be taken against any parties found infringing these rights.📜 Fictional Work DisclaimerThis story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The events, characters, and organizations portrayed are entirely fictional, and any references to governmental bodies, entities, or individuals are not intended to represent reality. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events or organizations is purely coincidental.#scifi #scifihorror #creepypasta