The Lingering Scent of Camphor
My name is Elara, and the events I’m about to share happened years ago, but they’ve never stopped haunting me. It all began after my Aunt Rosalind passed away. She...
My name is Elara, and the events I’m about to share happened years ago, but they’ve never stopped haunting me. It all began after my Aunt Rosalind passed away. She...
The fluorescent lights of the Meridian Superstore hummed a sickly lullaby over the linoleum floors. I was sixteen, lost in the labyrinth of electronics, my fingers tracing the plastic spines...
Lena had moved more times than she could count, but this new house in the dusty outskirts of Millbrook felt different. It had a heavy silence that pressed against her...
I was twelve when I stayed at Aunt Marlene’s farmhouse, a place that smelled of woodsmoke and old medicine. She was a stout woman, her weight a constant source of...
My name is Dale, and ever since that night at Mossmere Fen, I’ve been unable to shake the feeling that something followed me home. It started last autumn, when my...
Listening to the woods...
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