View Of My Perspective

Home is where the horror is. Fifteen nightmares. One hidden world. A woman whose reflection speaks. A child who smiles while she bleeds. A family that drinks more than blood. A timeline that refuses to align. These are not ghost stories. These are glimpses through the veil—into a place that operates on rules of dread, where the things sitting in your furniture are no longer pretending to be furniture. View Of My Perspective is an invitation. Turn the page, and drown.