Endless Horror

I once thought that so-called strangeness was nothing more than another ending people invented for regret, because they refused to accept loss. I went to work and bought groceries as usual, replied to messages on the crowded subway, and when I occasionally heard people mention strange things, I would just forget them after hearing them. And to this day, I still cannot be sure who it was that once cried and begged me to open the door. Now, through my eyes, let me dissect for you a horrifying truth that walks the boundary between reality and illusion. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Endless Horror — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠