Welcome!

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Do you like horror? Suspense? Thrillers? You are in the right place. Do you like being kept up at night? Have nightmares? Sleep with your covers over your head? Or even sleep at all? Me too! No, we're not normal but, that's okay! Are you friends with the voices in your head? No? Just me? Well, I guess I'm alone there. Haha! But, that's what it's like to be a writer. I like to tell people that being a writer is a form of Schizophrenia, the only way to get the voices to shut up, is to write them. So many characters that scream at you to tell their story. Some people have romance, fantasy, and science fiction characters just bouncing around in their head, others have a particular fascination for what lurks in the dark and lives under your bed... These people are not normal! I am one of those people! I accept my fate. If you enjoy scary stories, stick around! I'll be posting short fiction every week (to keep those voices at bay). I hope you enjoy these stories. They are perfect to tell in the dark! Specifically at camp fires in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear you scream...


Did I trail off? Sorry... But really, please enjoy these little snippets of horror bleeding into this blog. If you have any ideas, questions or comments feel free to message me! And if you like what you bleed, er, I mean read, subscribe! Most of all thank you for reading!


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