Horror
That Unfettered Desire
My evening started when an axe swung down on me. The axe had almost taken my face, half my skull, and certainly my brain with it. It had been wielded by no hands that were human. A learned man might say it was perhaps gravity that beset that axe upon me. To which I would ask: how has gravity moved the hatchet that I used to chop firewood this morning above the door outside my parlor? My explanation is backed up by months of observation. You see, when I moved into this mansion three months ago, many a selcouth occurrence had befallen me.
By Callum Summers3 months ago in Fiction
The Gallery’s Secret. AI-Generated.
The mansion stood at the edge of the world—or at least that’s what Elias liked to say. Once a grand estate, now only the wind knew its name. The roof had caved in like a sigh, vines grew through the cracked marble floors, and every step echoed as if the house itself were breathing.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
