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

<p>"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" I heard the voice of the policeman on my left side, ringing somewhere around the floor. Meanwhile, I could hear an unfamiliar sound of someone around the center of the room uttering some gibberish words while breathing heavily.</p>

<p>"W-what the hell is that sound!? Father, what is happening!?" The silver man thundered with a voice filled with panic as the ticking sound of countless fingers tapping on the surface of wood envelopes the small room. The unknown voice at the center of the place then suddenly started letting out words that sounded like someone trying to push their throat out of their insides, like someone trying to pulsate their throat forcefully.</p>

The Black Insect and His Human Hands