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🕯 January’s Quiet Horrors
The decorations are gone. The noise has drained away.What lingers now is the heavy silence—the kind that presses in after celebration, when winter feels endless and the dark starts thinking for you.
January isn’t loud. It doesn’t need to be.This is horror born from stillness: empty rooms, unanswered messages, routines that feel slightly… wrong. The slow dread of starting again when something followed you through the door. 👁❄️
Every piece shared here will appear in January’s issue of Dark Descent: Whispers From Beyond. No rankings, no eliminations—just sharp, unsettling moments designed to crawl under the skin and stay there. 🩸
📜 Submission Rules
Exactly two sentences.
Make them cold. Make them quiet.
Post your entry as a reply below.
🕯 Deadline: January 26th
I think that we shall never see Death, which stalks both you and me.
Until it is upon us far too late not to attend our very own wakes.