Love

October 31, 2020

WHEN THE STARS GO OUT

Those red lights are only making the pain worse. God does it hurt. I try to move, but I can’t. I try to speak. Can’t . . .

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A Message From SpookBrain

Welcome,

It is my greatest pleasure to make your acquaintance. Let me introduce myself. I’ve gone by many names through the ages, but for now, I’ve settled on one that suits me well; you can call me SpookBrain.

After an eternity in the shadows, I’ve decided to step in front of the curtain, emerging from my lair for one reason, and one reason alone — to unleash a tidal wave of horror (stories). In pursuit of this goal, I’ve recruited a team of the world’s most terrifyingly talented authors to write alongside me; you’ll find the efforts of our work splashed across the pages of this site.

Now that you’re here, you should stay for a while, in fact, stay longer than that. We’re always here, always writing, and always watching. That’s my promise to you, dear reader.

Your Friend in Darkness,

Love

WHEN THE STARS GO OUT

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