This space exists to create, share, learn, and support each other. Our mission is to build a collaborative Horror-centered community where writers, creators, and storytellers grow through shared feedback, education, and encouragement. 💀 Community Posting Guidelines 💀 1. Original Work Only: Share only what you created. AI-assisted work is fine if you guided its creation. 💀 2. Give and Receive Feedback: You will receive detailed feedback from me and from members. In return, comment on at least one other person’s post. This only works if everyone participates. 💀 3. Respectful, Constructive Critique Feedback: Must be helpful, specific, and professional. No insults or low-effort negativity. Critique the work, not the writer. 💀 4. Feature OpportunitiesIf you would like your story read or featured on the community YouTube channel, just request it. 💀 5. Story Enhancements AvailableWant a visual version of your story? You may request:• AI-assisted animated interpretation• A hand-animated version in my personal styleSpecify which you prefer when posting. 💀 6. Learning and Skill GrowthIf a writing course lesson helped shape your piece, mention it. It helps others learn and guides future course improvements. 💀 7. All Genres Welcome (Horror Preferred)Horror is our core, but all original stories are welcome. This is a safe space for creativity and growth. 📚 What You Can Learn Here This community is built to teach, support, and elevate Horror creators and storytellers. You’ll gain access to: Courses & Training (Current and Upcoming) • Writing Courses – Improve structure, tension, pacing, and character work• AI Tool Courses – Learn how to use AI to enhance storytelling and content creation• Aseprite Training – Pixel art and animation lessons• Horror Game Design Course (Upcoming) – We will build a Horror-themed game together• Community-Building Training – Learn how to grow and lead a healthy, supportive community 🧠 1:1 Support: If you want direct guidance or personal help improving your work, DM to schedule a 1:1 session. This can include: • Writing coaching• Help with AI tools or animation• Creative planning• Support for game or project development • Feedback/help building your community or anything I can try to assist with to help support you!

Jason never believed a building could feel hungry—not until he started the night-shift as a security guard at Briarwood Hospital, a facility half-abandoned after a budget collapse. Only the first two floors were active. Floors three through six had been shut down for years. Power cut. Patients gone. Wing sealed. But some nights… Jason heard footsteps above him. He’d been told the old psych wing on the third floor was empty. “No one has access. No one goes up there,” his supervisor warned. His only job: monitor cameras, check the active floors, stay away from the stairwell past 2 a.m. Easy. By his third week, the footsteps changed. They weren’t the typical building creaks or settling groans—these were soft, rhythmic, like someone pacing slowly in bare feet. A whispering sound sometimes followed, too quiet to make out words, but low enough to chill bone. At 2:17 a.m. on a Thursday, the monitor for Floor 3 flickered on—despite having been disconnected years ago. Static, then a frame of hallway light, dim and washed in gray static. A single door sat at the end of the hall. Room 313. Its door was open. Jason knew those cameras weren’t plugged in. Even if they somehow were, there was no electricity up there. Yet the feed glowed faintly. A shape moved in the doorway. Thin. Slouched. Hair hanging like dripping moss over its face. Then the camera died. Jason should have walked away, pretended it didn’t happen, reported a “glitch” and gone home. But he needed this job, and curiosity scratched at him like a nail inside his skull. Just a quick look. Calm his mind. Get proof for his supervisor that someone was trespassing up there. The stairwell felt colder than the rest of the hospital, the air thick like humidity but icy against his skin. Each step up felt heavier, like the air itself resisted him. When he reached the third floor, his flashlight flickered and settled to a dull glow. The hallway was exactly what the camera had shown: long, peeling paint, dark. And at the far end—Room 313’s door stood slightly open, breathing darkness.

Hello fellow Horror Enthusiasts! This is the part of the community where you guys can share some of your original writing. I will happily review it and provide feedback. I will also try and help you promote it both within our community and on my Youtube Channel (link in About section). I will be having contests and giveaways as the group gets more active, so don't be shy to engage! This is a safe place for all my Horror family to have a great time. Looking forward to getting to know each of you and seeing that amazing content we create as a group!