She wears a crown made of broken chandelier glass, her eyes rimmed in coal, her voice stitched from your worst memory. And when it rains, the bells sing her name.

The Bellwife lives in the woods behind Durrel’s Hollow. She doesn’t walk. She doesn’t speak. She collects the forgotten.

And if you hear her bells… it’s already too late.

📖 Read the full story if you dare:
Dark, creepy, and soaked in dread. Just how you like it.

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A chilling short horror story about a mysterious man known only as The Collector, who steals cherished childhood toys and replaces them with bone-carved dolls bearing the faces of the living. Set in a quiet town where memory and possession blur, "The Toy Collector" explores grief, nostalgia, and the price of sentimentality.

Not everything stays behind you. Some things wait. Some things follow. And some never really left.

What if your grief learned to talk back?
After his wife dies, Dave does what lonely people do—he brings home a smart speaker. Just something to fill the silence. Something to remind him to take his pills. Something to pretend he still matters to someone.

Then it speaks in her voice. Not a recording. Not a glitch. Her voice.
And she’s not done talking.

I just finished a story I’m really proud of.
It’s called Kind Voice, and it’s about love, memory, tech, and the lies we tell ourselves just to sleep at night.

Would love your thoughts. Don’t make me talk to my smart speaker instead.