Something strange is happening on Dúrnach Isle. Men vanish like mist. Time slips. The sea watches, but never speaks. We light the lamp, we tend the gears, but none of it feels real anymore. I can’t remember how I got here. I only know this: the island is remembering something.
Two urban explorers break into an abandoned asylum, chasing local legends and dark, forgotten history. Deep inside, they find a hidden hallway – and a door that shouldn’t exist. What waits behind it isn’t just a secret, but something far more personal.
Each morning at 6:17, the phone rings. Her voice always follows—soft, sweet, impossibly familiar. It should give me some comfort, except for the part that she has been dead for 20 years.
I should have looked away.
But the painting held me—its snowbound expanse, the silent trees, the lone mountain crowned with a woman too serene for the storm around her. It whispered not in words, but in a feeling. Dread wrapped in beauty. Longing buried beneath frost.
Then, the figure in the painting moved.
Not before my eyes—but within the world I could not escape each time I closed them.
I wasn’t dreaming.
On a bleak, joyless afternoon, Adam’s routine trip to the park spirals into a waking nightmare when a twitching stranger delivers a cryptic message: “Feed the birds.” As the crows gather and reality warps around him, Adam finds himself trapped in a world where escape feels impossible—and the birds are always watching. A slow-burn psychological horror about guilt, regret, and the things that never stop following you.
A storm of thoughts swirled in Jordan’s mind as she stood outside Tim’s apartment. Her hand hovered over the doorbell. It had been eight months since anyone had seen him—ever since he started seeing that new girl, Helen. Then, just yesterday, an invitation appeared out of nowhere: a dinner at Tim’s place. No explanations. Just… […]
After losing his job, Aiden McQuinn takes a suspiciously well-paying night shift as a mall security guard. But when the mannequins begin to move and the silence turns hostile, Aiden finds himself trapped in a nightmare of isolation, doubt, and something that should not be watching.
A slow-burn psychological horror set beneath fluorescent lights.
A tale of sorrow and loss. And most importantly, introducing Blackridge & Sons
Rachel stood in the living room, admiring the mirror she had inherited. Shivers ran down her spine and she felt tears well up, thinking back on that fateful day. Two months ago, while she was at work, she had gotten a call from her brother, Joe. His voice was barely above a whisper. “Rachel. […]
A woman stricken with grief, an ancient heirloom and a struggle
Temple of Morrbanesh 
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