While I try for cerebral storytelling a lot, I don’t tend to write many stories that take place entirely in a dream. However, when I wrote this I was interested in exploring the sort of incomprehensible logic of dreams, and I thought that there was a palpable anxiety to a story set in a dream with no acknowledgement of the waking world. There are also elements to the story that channel noir-style detective novels, as well as explicit references to the book In Cold Blood, which I was reading at the time.
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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