THE MARROW

​This house is a fucking lie. I am the only truth rotting within its walls.

For years, I have existed in the spaces between the drywall. I am the static in the radio, the cold draft on the back of her neck, and the shadow that lingers in the room a second too long.

I watch her.

Elara. The perfect wife in a perfect hell.

The man she married sees her as an ornament. He betrays her, ignores her, and lets her wither in the silence of this house. He doesn't know that the silence isn't empty.

It belongs to me.

I have waited in the dark, feeding on her loneliness and the rage she has choked down for years. I was patient. I was just an observer.

Until now.

Her husband is gone. The house is empty. And I am starving.

He thinks he owns her on paper.

But I own every breath she takes, every fear she hides, and every dream she dreams.

It's time to step out of the walls, Elara.

(Warning: This is a dark romance/horror featuring stalking, obsessive behavior, and paranormal themes. 18+)