Hi readers,
Having hard time sleeping, remember the bed time Stories from your childhood.
The ones you heard from your people.
Weren't they fun, but I am sure as you grew up they told you the stories were just stories.
They said ghosts are nothing but shadows of overactive minds.
They said monsters only live in forgotten corners of the past.
They either lied,
Or maybe... they just didn't survive long enough to tell the truth.
My name?
It doesn't matter.
Names are fragile things here — easily broken, easily lost or carry something unthinkable.
Call me whatever you wish,
Storyteller. Witness. Author. Narrator.
I have wandered where others fear to tread.
I have listened to the whispers that seep from locked doors and cracked mirrors.
I have gathered these fragments — of truth, of terror, of things that claw at the edges of sleep — and stitched them into tales for you.
You think they're just stories?
No.
They are warnings.
Echoes of past mistakes, of forbidden rituals, of things man was never meant to touch. The mistakes never meant to be repeated.
Every monster, every curse, every shadow you'll meet in these pages —
They all began with someone who didn't listen or didn't knew the consequences.
So listen well.
Learn.
Save yourselves
Or perhaps... repeat their mistakes.
And suffer a tragic fate,
You never even dreamt of.
With every page you turn you will be closer to something dark, unknown or perhaps forbidden.
So turn the page, if you dare.
But remember:
Not every nightmare has an end.
[End Prologue]