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Clara is an elderly woman in her 70s with snow white hair pulled up in a bun atop of her head.Wisps of hair etching her face.Her smile and kind eyes reflect the kindness in her heart. She always tries to look her best. That day she puts on her yellow dress ,which she calls her sun dress. She reaches for her brown sweater and pulls it over her shoulders. As she search's for her brown loafers, her cat Milly purrs softly and rubs up against Clara's leg.

.Milly jumps on Clara's bed along with Willow and Henry all 3 of Clara's fur babies snuggled up together, purring and sleeping the day away. Then she carefully applies her everyday vibrant red lipstick , a touch of color that always brightens her face and lifts her mood to face the day ahead.. Her hobbies include knitting scarves, slippers and hats essential items for the homeless shelter during the colder months. Providing warmth and comfort for those in need.. People who know her describe her as delightfully eccentric, she is also a very sweet and caring old lady. She lives with her 3 cats Milly, Willow and Henry. Her constant companions. Clara also enjoys making frequent purchases at the local thrift store. She visits the shop every other Friday. She enjoys finding hidden treasures. Before she leaves on her thrift store journey she reaches for her yellow floppy hat her tan purse and sunglasses. Clara is very particular when it comes to matching her wardrobe. One morning she decided to visit the thrift store in town just a mile and a half away from her home. She was filled with curiosity and wonderment about what she might find. Clara begins her task of finding the perfect treasures. She found little trinkets of her favorite collectible items. Clara loved collecting items related to cats. She also indulged in collecting old books. As she walked down the aisles she came upon some paintings. Abstract, still life, Religious, and portrait. There were all different styles of artwork to choose from.

The girl in the photo on her wall blinked.

Obsession isn’t born overnight it festers in the dark, feeding on fears and desires. This chilling collection unveils individuals consumed by their fixations. From a woman tormented by the whisper of a mirror to a man whose thirst for revenge transforms him into the very monster he sought to destroy, each story plunges deeper into the horrifying depths of the human psyche. When the things we desire most demand the ultimate sacrifice... how much are we willing to lose?

We've all got secrets buried in our gardens, but what happens when they don't stay buried?

A wealthy woman gets rid of her husband, or does she?

Midas wakes up and realizes his family and friends are acting much weirder than usual. Midas senses a disconnect- something's off. He tries to sleep it off but turns to see a familiar face attempt to murder him. He then awakes again in a stranger much more familiar timeline, to a man with half of his face and arts of his body relaced with robotic art holding a gun to his face. What's real...Join Midas as he goes back through his past to heal past traumas and the obstacles he faces in this dystopian, apocalyptic, futuristic action thriller. A rollercoaster of robots, zombies, death with a touch of cold romance

Sara had a problem. Her husband wouldn't stay dead.

When the Wizard gave Scarecrow a brain it was done with malicious intent. And then Scarecrow's need for a brain sent him after his dear friends.

When Sarah’s best friend Emily vanishes near the foreboding woods of Hollow Creek, a quiet town steeped in unsettling legends, Sarah’s search plunges her into a chilling world of forgotten history and waking nightmares. The deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes that Emily isn’t the first to disappear and Hollow Creek isn’t just haunted. It’s hungry.

Sara's heart raced as she kept hearing persistent knocks at her door, the sound echoing her darkest fears; was it Drake, the man she buried, back from the grave? The thought was unfathomable, yet the unease in her gut suggested otherwise, stirring a chilling sense of dread that perhaps, just perhaps, the line between life and death was more fragile than she had ever imagined.