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November’s Lingering Shadows
The pumpkins are gone, but the dark hasn’t left. Can you capture what lingers after the masks come off — that quiet, creeping kind of fear that refuses to die? 👁️
Every entry shared here will appear in November’s issue of Dark Descent: Whispers From Beyond. No tricks, no eliminations—just flashes of pure horror, inked in the aftermath.
📜 Submission Rules
Exactly two sentences (make them bite)
Post your entry as a reply below
Deadline: November 25th
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I stand frozen, breath fogging the glass. Within the mirror my reflection waves, smiling with teeth that aren't mine.