In the quiet of a snowfall do you ever feel like you're being followed by something sinister?

https://open.substack.com/pub/thebutcheredwriters/p/the-things-that-follow-you-home-in?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

Looking for the perfect date night movie? We've got 'em with all the blood and gore and suspense you could want.

https://open.substack.com/pub/thebutcheredwriters/p/bloody-valentines-day-movies?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

Be Faint My Heart: For the Horror Lovers Out There
Your Valentine's Day Gift List

https://open.substack.com/pub/thebutcheredwriters/p/be-faint-my-heart-for-the-horror?utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web

January does not arrive.

It remains.

After the lights are taken down and the music is boxed away, something hollow moves in. The year resets, but nothing fills the space it leaves behind. Celebration gives way to exposure. There is no disguise left, only time, bare and watching.

https://thebutcheredwriters.substack.com/p/january-belongs-to-the-dead

Cold is not violent.

That is the lie that makes it effective.

Heat attacks. Fire announces itself. Pain arrives loudly and demands reaction. Cold, on the other hand, is patient. It never rushes you. It simply waits until your body agrees to slow down.

And eventually, it always does. Join our substack and read the article.