Art and Horror. Dark stories of War, Secrets, and Fear. Every Friday At Midnight
The Betrayal Narrative Graham Swanson to B. I – Storm Wayward Storm grunted under dim fluorescent lights. Blue glow from three monitors turn...
I was born on an abandonned road
I grew up in a haunted village
I can predict the next accident
I saw Micheal Jackson's last dance.
This is where I keep monsters imprisoned as an exhibit of horror fiction.
Please Enjoy your stay.
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