Midnight Birds: Psychological Horror Stories
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This is not a pandemic story. Or maybe it is. It's about the year I disappeared into my own apartment and found a stranger living there-me. Between sourdough failures and conversations with appliances, I documented the quiet unraveling (and reassembling) of a life put on pause. Think Robinson Crusoe with Wi-Fi and existential dread. Welcome to my hermitage.
I first published this book as Oghan N'thanda, but I am changing my pen name to Zero Vier.
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