A photograph insists I was there, but memory has other ideas. A boy at a birthday table, candles, sisters close by. The room is familiar and strange, light stuck in its own insistence. Time slips, identity wavers, and the past just won’t let go.
Posts tagged Haunting
Phantom Limb: A Nocturne |
A Psychological Horror Short Story
I woke to the impossible—my shadow moving without me. The house held its breath as the dark pressed close. Every step deepened the divide between body and self. A psychological horror short story about identity, fear, and the haunting space where the self begins to split.