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SEASON FINALE : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 9: THE WHITE SILENCE Consciousness returned not as a light, but as a suffocating weight. Liam’s first sensation was of pressure...a dense, pillowy mass crushing his chest, filling his mouth and nose. Panic flared, primal and blind. He thrashed, but his limbs were pinned, heavy as stone.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 8: The Final Echo
Elara stood in the clearing, the rain now a soft drizzle, as if the storm itself had lost its fury. The house—what was left of it—lay in ruins behind her. Ashes and broken dreams were scattered across the earth, the memories of a past she’d tried so hard to escape.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 7: Echoes of the Forgotten
The storm hadn't gone. It never truly left. If anything, it had grown fiercer, thrashing against the walls of the house like a beast trying to claw its way inside. Elara stood on the porch, the wind biting at her skin, her heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. She had broken free from the attic. She had faced the darkness, and yet, now it felt like the past was refusing to let go.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 4: Shadows of the Past
The storm was a beast that night, its fury lashing against Elara’s home with a force she had never felt before. The thunder rumbled through the hills like some ancient, forgotten warning, and each flash of lightning fractured the darkness, casting jagged shadows across her kitchen floor.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Horror
The Time I Yelled Out No to Him
The house was never quiet. Even in the dead hours, when the world outside seemed frozen, the old beams whispered to themselves, sighing under the weight of history. Tonight, though, the sounds were different. The creaks weren’t idle, they were deliberate like footsteps circling the edges of my awareness.
By Romeo Ford5 months ago in Horror
SEASON 4 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 7: THE FAMILY TREE The silence after the doppelgänger’s dissolution was heavier than any noise. Liam could only stare at Althea, at the dark sigil pulsing on her skin like a second, terrible heart. The air still hummed with the echo of that unwritable word, a vibration that made his teeth ache.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror











