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.”