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Things that look back. The horror here is precise and architectural — it has a method, a logic, an almost bureaucratic desire to consume. It does not announce itself. It accumulates.

The Long Way Through the Park
A route that should be familiar becomes something else entirely. The horror of a world that keeps almost being the one you know.
Long fiction
The Model Room
Sarah enters a sealed wing of her art academy and finds portraits of missing students. The Modelmaster paints life rather than from it. She leaves changed.
Medium fiction
Bloodhound
Miles's senses as a liability rather than an asset. What happens when you can smell exactly what is wrong, and it is coming closer.
Medium fiction
Hellraiser
Something that was summoned. The specific dread of having asked for exactly what you received.
Short fiction
Analog
Old technology as a vessel for something that should not have survived the switch to digital.
Short fiction
Clay
The material that holds the shape of what made it. Lillian's pottery as a horror conceit — what the clay remembers about the hands.
Short fiction
House Paint
A house being repainted. The colour underneath that no one quite remembers choosing.
Short fiction