This is the first of my most recent stories that I can say I am really proud of, and it is also the only story I have written that has received any significant recognition. I first posted the story on r/NoSleep and many of the elements within the story mirrored typical conventions of that community. The story is told in first person and makes no illusion to it being fictitious, as well it is concerned with a piece of lost media that causes visceral effects on those who view it. I will admit that I also used this story to flaunt some of my knowledge in regards to both literary references and allusions to film history.
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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