The 13th Hour


Sometimes, delving into the darkness gives rise to one's own personal demons. They may come as mists from the past and shred old wounds open, or be mere glimmers in the corner of your eyes and ominous whispers in your ear causing you doubt and fear of today. Or perhaps they writhe and slither in your belly like venomous vipers, striking out at your tomorrow. They leave the metallic taste of fear in your mouth, or teeter you right to the edge; the yawning abyss of despair and madness waiting to swallow you whole. This is what the tales of the 13th hour attempts to do.

Tales by Valkricry

Best Not to Sleep Germ Free Michaela's Rise
Only When I Sleep Ouija Board Attack Rain of Death
That Didn't Happen The Good Ol' Boys The Occurrence




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