blairehawthorne

A series of short stories about the horrors of the material world, the fear of the unknown, and a general glimpse of the fragility of the human psyche. 

Witness the tales of several people as they face adversaries beyond human comprehension. Where does the monster truly lies: inside or outside? 

If two worlds collide, both will reign in each other's chaos. Do you place your trust in your own understanding of the world? Welcome dear visitor, welcome to a spectacle you never know of.

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"And then I saw it. 

Taking his phone is not a wise decision after all. 

Even my jaw dropped and my brows furrowed after seeing it. I understand. The hasty beating of my heart fills my body with unfathomable chill because I completely understand now."
- a short excerpt from Vol. 1, A Serenade for the Innocent

A Serenade for the Innocent

"We're here," I said as I looked at the rusted red door at the end of the murky and dark stone hallway.

"I-is that the exit?" The silver man asked with a nervous grin plastered on his stupid, stupid face.

"Unfortunately not, my dear friend, silver," I said to the silver man with a gentle smile while tapping his back. However, if given a chance, I would have wanted to smack the ever living holy blessing out of his empty head with one full smack! OH LORD, GIVE ME PATIENCE NOT TO END THIS MAN RIGHT HERE AND NOW!

"I see..." The silver man said with a dejected tone. Wait, did he seriously think that this is the end? How dumb can this man truly be!?

"So what do we have to do now, father?" The nurse said as he stood beside me while looking at the rusted door. However, I could see with the way she purposely moved away a few inches from me that she's still disgusted with the fact that I just hugged the bloodied stranger earlier.

What Lies Beyond the Crimson Door