Jason “Jay” Benskin

Joined May 2024

419 stories

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Crafting authored passion in fiction, horror fiction, and poems.

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It Knows You’re Reading
You were seven when you first saw it. — Not clearly. Not all at once. Just a shape in the dark, standing in the doorway.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
Feast of the Unmade
I woke in silence, thick and deep, A womb of rot where dead things creep. The air was bile, the walls were thirst, I was the last, I was the first.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
Ash and Ember
Beneath a sky of fractured gold, where time is dust and stories fold, the wind still hums forgotten names, etched in the earth like phantom flames.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
The Unwritten
Beneath the weight of time untold, where silent voices turn to gold, a whisper lingers in the dust, a name uncarved, a fate unjust.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
Grandma’s Cast-Iron Cornbread
Grandma’s Cast-Iron Cornbread: A Legacy of Love and Resilience Food carries more than just sustenance—it embodies history, tradition, and memory. One dish that has been a cornerstone in my family for generations is my grandmother’s cast-iron cornbread. It wasn’t just a side dish; it was the heart of our gatherings, a humble yet profound symbol of resilience, love, and survival.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Feast
I AM NOT ME
I should be dead. Every night, I wish I was. But instead, I am here. Trapped. Screaming. Buried in the reflection of a man that isn't me.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Horror
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑
𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 You hear it first—a click, a tone, A voice that speaks inside your bone. Not from the screen, not from the air,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
The Drowning Bed
It sloshes when no one moves. It breathes when no one should. It waits. — The mattress shifts beneath your weight, A sluggish pulse, a thing that waits.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Knows
I told myself it wasn’t real. The glass, the shape, the crawling feel. But mirrors lie—they twist, they cheat, And something waits where shadows meet.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
The Rotting Verse
You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t have read. It knows your name. It knows you’re dead. — It started small—a tickle, a twitch,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Poets
📸 Through the Same Lens
Elliot tightened his grip on his camera as he and Marcus stepped into the abandoned house. The air inside was thick, damp, and wrong, carrying a scent that wasn’t just dust and rot but something deeper—something wet.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Fiction
The Sleepless One
The treatment was supposed to optimize sleep cycles. Instead, it erased the need for sleep altogether. Forever. Evelyn had gone thirty-two days without rest. Her body should have failed. Her mind should have shattered. But she was awake. Too awake. Awake enough to see them.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin11 months ago in Horror