This is another story I originally posted on a horror writers forum, and the format of forum posts
inspired me to try writing in that style. It goes without saying that conversations over forums are
fairly casual and tend to have a screen of anonymity that keeps you from reading another
person’s true intentions. One thing I really enjoyed about the format of forum posts was all the
small details that were incorporated into each reply that could be used for more context if you pay attention. Perhaps in some time I will try another, less straightforward story in this format later on.
-Eldritch Hat
The ancestral vault known as the Ink Sepulchre is not found in any graveyard or abandoned manor. Instead, the Ink Sepulchre is buried deep within the pen strokes of mad writers that dance along the margins of moth-bitten tomes. The denizens of this tomb venerate strange artifacts and fractured memories. Some recall a secret tape that reveal an unspeakable crime. Some talk of sirens that lure fisherman to a fate beyond the briny depths. Some worship a forgotten god that delights only in devouring its young. All must face the folly of their obsession, and embrace the terror of existence.
This is a collection of short stories written by the creator known as Eldritch Hat. Each story aims at a cerebral sort of horror and seeks to reach a mutual understanding of dread with the reader. I release this anthology in hopes of spreading empathy through the medium of fear.
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