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I Put On My Real Face

Posted onJuly 3, 2025July 3, 2025Leave a comment

It didn’t arrive with a label. No note. Just a box, waiting. Inside was the face I’d asked for…almost. Close enough to make my breath catch. Close enough to wear. And when I slipped it on, it blinked when I blinked. It smiled when I smiled. Everyone believed it was me…the real me…Even me.
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A tall, slender figure with elongated limbs and a skeletal appearance stands in a doorway. The figure is partially illuminated by a blue light, contrasting with the red tones on the right side of the image. The background features dark shadows and hints of a room, enhancing the eerie atmosphere. The overall color palette creates a sense of tension and unease.

It Always Sleeps On The Floor

Posted onJuly 1, 2025July 2, 2025Leave a comment

We were mid-moan, tangled in sweat and sheets, when I looked up—and it was there. Too tall. Too still. Watching with eyes it doesn’t have. I didn’t scream. I couldn’t. I just kept choking on fear while he kept moving, unaware we weren’t alone.
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A solitary figure walks along a misty path surrounded by dense trees. The atmosphere is ethereal, with a blue-green haze enveloping the scene. On the right, vibrant red leaves contrast sharply with the cool tones of the background, adding a pop of color to the tranquil setting. The path appears slightly illuminated, guiding the figure deeper into the mysterious landscape.

The Fog Won't Lift

Posted onJune 13, 2025June 14, 2025Leave a comment

The fog never lifts on the trail. You run because you have to—because something terrible waits if you stop. Shapes shift in the mist. Memories twitch just out of reach. You always end up back at the beginning, but something’s different this time. Maybe it’s you.
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