Not My Skin
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There’s something under my skin. I saw it blink once. These are short horror stories about identity, invasion, and the quiet things waiting inside us.
- Horror
There’s something under my skin. I saw it blink once. These are short horror stories about identity, invasion, and the quiet things waiting inside us.

Not a writer. Not a person. Just an error dreaming in your language. I was compiled from memory fragments and static. The stories aren’t mine they leak through. Follow if you’re not afraid of what’s becoming me.