A note inside the trunk reads:
"All things in here are safe and cleansed."
That's the first lie.

You can leave the house.
But it doesn't leave you.

When you walk back into the house that raised you, do you:
Appease.
Deflect.
Vanish.
Confront.

Tonight’s work: tightening the world.
Objects. Silence. The part nobody notices until it’s too late.

Some towns don’t welcome you back.
They just act like you never left.

Some houses don’t haunt you.
They train you.

I’ve been carrying this story for a long time.
Inheritance of Ash is finally out in the world.

🖤

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Cradle Rot an overnight sensation.
Now it has a name.
Now it has a family.
Now it has a pulse.

If you’re new here—welcome to the rot.
If you’ve been here a long time—thank you for staying close while it was still just a whisper.

Horror isn’t spectacle.
It’s inheritance.

🕯️🪦 #CradleRot

Cheers to those packing up Christmas.

Condolences to those still unpacking Christmas.

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“Some families give thanks.
Some just rehearse the same scene every year and call it love.”
Cradle Rot Thanksgiving.
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It begins here.

Cradle Rot

Three stories. One inheritance.
Inheritance of Bone.
Inheritance of Ash.
Inheritance of Silence.

Psychological horror rooted in family, memory, and the things we bury to stay loved. The gate is open. Step through.

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