horror
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part II: A Chilling Revelation
That evening, Elliot sat cross-legged on the worn rug of his modest living room, the cardboard box of tapes at his side. A dim table lamp cast a pool of yellow light, leaving the corners of the room steeped in… Continue reading
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Nightmare In The Dance Hall
The old dance hall smelled faintly of lemon polish and mildew, its once-grand chandeliers now dimmed to an eerie, flickering glow. Emma adjusted her coat, the weight of her stethoscope still lingering on her shoulders despite leaving it at home.… Continue reading
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The Watcher’s Tapes – Part I: The Discovery
Elliot Travers adjusted his glasses as he peered through the window of McCarthy’s Auction House, a weathered building on the edge of their sleepy Kansas town. The overcast sky outside threatened rain, a gray canvas that seemed to muffle sound… Continue reading
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The Polaroid Cottage
After the breakup, Ellie fled to the family cottage—a weathered shanty perched on a jagged cliff above the sea. The waves roared below, drowning out her thoughts, but she didn’t mind. She spent her days pacing the creaking floorboards, her… Continue reading
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The Promise Tree
The humid air clung to William’s skin as he trudged through the moonlit woods toward the old oak tree. Twenty years had passed since he’d last set foot in the sleepy Southern town, and the place felt as foreign as… Continue reading
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The Road Ends Here
The road slithered like a half-dead snake, its asphalt cracked and devoured by creeping vines. Mist hung low, muffling the world in damp gray, and the only sound was the crunch of tires on loose gravel. Emma stared out the… Continue reading
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Night Birds Sing Like Demons
Get out of this town while you still canThe night birds sing like demonsAnd the snakes crawl up in your eyes We used to hang by the movie theaterYou and I, star-crossed lovers waitingFor the preacher’s son to sell us… Continue reading
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The Floating Graveyard
The spacecraft Echo drifted silently through the void, a sleek but ominous silhouette against the endless darkness. It had floated without response for weeks, orbiting the cold outskirts of a distant star system. The Odyssey’s crew, three wary investigators, boarded… Continue reading
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People Are Imaginary
Pause & inhale the garden’s rotThe roots twist tighter, coiled in your chestA pulsating pit where shadows nest You do know, don’t you? People are imaginaryHollow mirages, flitting in your skull’s pits Pluck out your eyes, sockets raw & cleanOnly… Continue reading
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Time Collapses
Like Nights of Broken GlassThe fall happens quicklyWarning signs had alreadyBeen there, plain to seeThen, fuel to the flamesUntil everything burns Empires fall, bedlam reignsThe wheel of historyCrushes & maimsA fourth turning arrivesTIME COLLAPSES Whoever is left to pick up… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 