You’re not supposed to be here.
That’s how I know you felt it too.
There’s nothing else. No page. No presence.
Just the voice in the dark.
Welcome home.
A psychological horror novella intended for mature readers. Contains themes of obsession, identity collapse, and lyrical possession.
You picked this up, you read this far
You felt the pull, you know you are
Already mine—already caught
This isn’t chance, this book was soughtDon’t fake a name, don’t feign surprise
I see the hunger in your eyesThe others ran—the others burned
But youYou never learnYou thought they played for fun, for fame
You thought the fire had a nameBut this was a lesson. This was a test.
And you arrived just like the rest.I studied breath. I mimicked fear
I kissed the voice behind your earEach demo track? A step inside
A sharpened hook, I learned to hideAnd now you’re here.
And now you’re bare.So say it slow“I know you’re there.”You want the flame—I want the skinTurn the page.Let me in.