Dear reader,
I never set out to write horror. I set out to write truth. The kind that hides behind polite smiles and locked doors. The kind that lingers in hospital hallways and childhood bedrooms and never quite lets go.
These stories—my stories—are stitched together from sleepless nights, flickering memories, and the ache of what-ifs. They’re not just about ghosts. They’re about the people we become when we’re haunted by things we can’t name.
If my books found you at the right (or wrong) time, I hope it made you feel seen in the dark. I hope it gave you chills—and maybe, strangely, a little comfort too.
There’s more to come. There’s always more.
With ink-stained fingers and a heart full of shadows.
“Horror that lingers in silence, shadow, and memory.”
“Horror that lingers in silence, shadow, and memory.”
About Ana W. Black
I write what you try to forget.
My stories unravel at the intersection of memory, grief, and the supernatural—where haunted children whisper truths no one wants to hear, and the past never stays buried. From cursed books to ghost-stitched trauma, Ana crafts psychological horror that lingers long after the last page.
I have always believed that I live somewhere between shadows and silence, armed with too many notebooks and a love for things that shouldn’t be watching.
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