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The Bracelet That Knows Your Name

  The Bracelet That Knows Your Name What if the most dangerous thing in the room isn’t a monster… but a bracelet? The Artifact That Wants to Be Worn begins inside a quiet Texas museum after closing time. Dust floats in the air. The lights flicker. And inside a hidden drawer, a turquoise bracelet waits. It doesn’t glow. It doesn’t scream. It just feels… right. Like it belongs on someone’s wrist. Like it’s been waiting for one specific person all along. When Rowan finds it, he feels pulled toward it. Maeve feels something different. An old scar on her skin starts burning when the bracelet is near. That’s when they realize this isn’t just jewelry. It isn’t just cursed. It’s aware. It watches. It listens. And it doesn’t force itself onto anyone. It waits for someone who “fits.” This is not a loud horror story. There are no jump scares every five seconds. The fear creeps in slowly. Reflections move when they shouldn’t. Gravity feels slightly wrong. Dreams become too real. And ...
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When the Voice on the Phone Sounds Exactly Like You

  When the Voice on the Phone Sounds Exactly Like You What if your phone rang… and the voice on the other end was your own? That’s the nightmare at the heart of The Visitor in Maeve’s Voice. In the quiet town of Briar Hollow, Rowan answers a late-night call from Maeve. The problem? Maeve is asleep right next to him. The voice sounds perfect. It knows private memories. It repeats words only they would understand. And it wants the basement door opened. This isn’t a loud, bloody horror story. It’s the kind that gets under your skin. The Visitor doesn’t break windows or chase people down dark streets. It listens. It studies. It learns how love sounds. It copies trust. And when Rowan and Maeve create a secret “truth code” to protect themselves, the Visitor learns that too. That’s when they realize something terrifying: the museum isn’t haunted by something outside. It’s being watched from within. As the story unfolds, strange silver letters begin climbing Maeve’s throat like a l...
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It Wasn’t Supposed to Bleed Yet…

  It Wasn’t Supposed to Bleed Yet… Have you ever looked at something and felt like it was looking back at you? That’s how The Portrait That Bleeds Tomorrow begins. A strange painting arrives at a small museum in Texas. At first, it just looks dramatic — a fire, smoke, and a man standing alone. But then the red paint starts to drip. Not next year. Not tomorrow. Today. And the scariest part? The fire in the painting hasn’t even happened yet. Rowan and Maeve think it’s a prank. Maybe a creepy art project. But the details in the painting start coming true. Small cracks appear in the museum walls — exactly where they are in the artwork. The date on the portrait changes. When they cut the canvas open, they don’t find cloth. They find something breathing behind it. That’s when they realize this isn’t about predicting the future. It’s about shaping it. This story isn’t loud horror. It’s the quiet kind that crawls into your thoughts. It makes you wonder: What if your choices were be...
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The Book That Writes Back

  The Book That Writes Back What if your biggest regrets weren’t just memories… but records? In The Curator’s Ledger of Regrets, a quiet museum in a small Texas town hides something terrifying — a book that keeps track of lost moments. Not stolen money. Not secrets. Lost time. Missed chances. Forgotten words. And the worst part? The book is still writing. Rowan finds the ledger tucked behind old brochures at the Briar Hollow Museum. At first, it looks like normal paperwork. But the pages list real names. Real dates. And beside each entry are strange codes about hours, memories, even blood. When Rowan sees his own name written under a future date, everything changes. The book doesn’t just remember the past — it predicts what will be taken next. This isn’t loud, jump-scare horror. It’s slow. Quiet. Creeping. The kind that makes you wonder what you’ve forgotten lately. The kind that makes you question if your worst regrets were accidents… or payments. Something ancient is wat...
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The Ground Is Listening: Why The Limestone Mouth Will Crawl Under Your Skin

  The Ground Is Listening: Why The Limestone Mouth Will Crawl Under Your Skin What if the earth wasn’t just dirt and rock… but something that could hear you? That’s the chilling idea behind The Limestone Mouth. This new Texas-based horror story takes place beneath a small-town museum where a sinkhole opens and reveals tunnels that shouldn’t exist. But the real fear isn’t a monster jumping out of the dark. It’s something quieter. Something older. Something that listens to grief and learns from it. In this story, Rowan and Maeve don’t face a typical creature. They discover a presence hidden inside limestone itself. It doesn’t chase. It doesn’t roar. It studies. It repeats voices. It understands memories. And when it finally becomes aware of them, the rules change. The tunnels were never a prison. They were a throat. That’s when the fear becomes personal. The Limestone Mouth is gothic, slow-burning, and deeply psychological. It plays with reflections, silence, and the feeling ...
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When a Town Starts Forgetting You

  When a Town Starts Forgetting You What if the scariest thing in the world wasn’t a monster… but forgetting? Not losing your keys. Not forgetting homework. I mean forgetting a face. Forgetting your best friend’s smile. Forgetting your own reflection. That’s what happens in my new psychological horror novel, The Town That Forgets Faces. And the worst part? The town doesn’t attack anyone. It just slowly makes space. In Briar Hollow, Texas, people begin losing small pieces of themselves. An hour disappears. A name feels strange. A face looks blurry in the mirror. Rowan notices reflections acting wrong. Maeve feels something pressing inside her thoughts, like a quiet voice asking her to let go. The town isn’t loud. It isn’t violent. It’s patient. And it’s learning. This story isn’t about jump scares. It’s about identity. It’s about love holding on when memory starts slipping away. Rowan writes Maeve’s name on his skin so he won’t forget her. But what happens when even permanen...
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Something Walked Through My Walls… And It Left Footprints

  Something Walked Through My Walls… And It Left Footprints What if the scariest thing in your house wasn’t a ghost… but a deal? The Other Side Leaves Footprints is a new Texas-based psychological horror story about a museum, a grief-stricken man, and something ancient that doesn’t break in — it negotiates. In the small town of Briar Hollow, frost forms inside warm rooms. Hoofprints appear in cold ash. And a voice from the loudspeaker sounds exactly like someone who should not be alive. Rowan and Maeve think they can protect themselves with rules. They speak boundaries out loud. They say consent matters. But the entity known as the Thorned Witness doesn’t scream or chase. It listens. It learns. It studies love and loss like they are doors it can open. This is not a monster that jumps out of the dark. It is something that waits for you to answer. Set against eerie Texas oilfields and shadowed museum halls, this story explores grief, trust, and what happens when something u...
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