Glad you found your way here
The path isn’t marked, and most folks walk right past without ever feeling the cold breath on the back of their neck. But you—yeah, you stepped inside anyway. Respect.
Thanks for showing up. This little corner of the internet is where I stash the stories that keep me up at night—whispers from the dark, echoes from the places grief goes when it thinks no one’s looking. If you stick around, I promise you’ll get the first crack at the strange, the unsettling, and the stuff I probably shouldn’t write but can’t stop myself from digging up.
Kick off your boots, keep the porch light low, and welcome to the shadows. You’re in good company.”
This Is My Mission
I write to pull folks straight into the dark—no hand-holding, no safety bar—just you, the shadows, and whatever’s breathing between them. My stories stitch together mountain folklore, glitchy tech dread, psychological rot, and a little cosmic “what-the-hell-was-that” into emotional gut-checks that hit where you actually live. I dig into trauma, power, and the cracked edges of being human, because pretending we’re fine never saved anybody.
I want readers to walk away rattled, alive, and already itching for the next hit—like they just stepped off a rollercoaster welded together from every shadow they thought they’d outrun. And if something I write makes someone feel less alone in the noise and wreckage of their own head… then I did what I came here to do.
