Tales That Breathe at Night
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I write what lingers in the dark—true horrors veiled in fiction, fiction rooted in truth. Some tales are whispered in graveyards, others buried in silence. If it gave someone nightmares, I’ll write it. Some stories remember you, too.
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THE HOSPITAL OF UNKNITTING
Season 1 CHAPTER 1: THE ADMISSION INTERVIEW The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry wasps as Dr. Eleanor Lorne gripped the clipboard. Patient #4479's intake form kept rewriting itself...the ink bubbling up into fresh words before her eyes.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
Season 3 - The Bone-Light: How an Orphaned Village Became a Mouth for Something Older
CHAPTER 9: The Child Who Sang With No Mouth : How The Orphanage Fire Left Three Survivors With a God’s Song April 4th, 1980 - Borsk Regional Hospital (Secure Burn Ward, Room 12-C)
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
Season 2 : The Hollowing: How a Village’s Children Became Vessels for Something Older
Chapter 9: The Child Who Could Not Dream April 6th, 1982 – 3:03 AM The orphanage slept. Every window now blacked out, as though reality itself had stopped reflecting. The clocks had ceased ticking, and in every room .... even in the staff quarters .... mouths twitched silently in shared torment.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
The Hollowing: How a Village’s Children Became Vessels for Something Older
Season 1 Chapter 1 : Whispers Before the Silence The village of Eldwynd was forgotten by most maps, nestled in a low valley surrounded by dense pines that whispered secrets to the wind. To outsiders, it was a quaint hamlet where time had seemingly paused ....weathered cottages, a single dusty road, and the faint, distant tolling of the church bell every hour. But beneath its sleepy veneer, Eldwynd held a story that even its oldest residents dared not speak aloud.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
THE BLOOD ORCHARD OF MONTE SILENZIO
CHAPTER 1: THE INHERITANCE Italy's Most Haunted Vineyard ...The Truth Behind Monte Silenzio The letter arrived precisely at 3:33 PM, though Luca would swear later the post had already come that morning. The parchment was unnaturally thick between his fingers, its fibers pulsing faintly like slow-beating veins. When he turned it over, the wax seal cracked open with a sound like a dying man's last breath, releasing the scent of Merlot and something far older - the iron-rich stench of blood long dried but never forgotten.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
SEASON 2: THE SKIN PSALM
CHAPTER 1: THE SECOND LANGUAGE April 2023 — Volgograd Medical Institute Archive Room Mira Sokolov had always found comfort in quiet places. While others might feel unsettled among yellowing files and stale air, she found peace in order, in the soft hush of paper, and in the forgotten past hidden between aging documents. The Volgograd Medical Institute’s archive room, buried beneath two levels of reinforced concrete, was the quietest place on campus. She had volunteered....perhaps too eagerly....to assist in digitizing the Soviet-era patient records. No one else wanted to be surrounded by remnants of a medical system steeped in secrecy and rumor.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
SEASON 2: THE RECITATION
CHAPTER 6: THE THIRTEENTH AYAH The black liquid pooling from Saad’s throat wasn’t blood. It was thicker, darker, moving with purpose across the floorboards like spilled ink drawn by unseen fingers. Mehvish watched in paralyzed horror as it formed shapes....not Arabic, but older. Jagged. Cuneiform.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
