About
WORDSMITH • CREATOR • OCCULTIST
You weren't supposed to find this.
But you did.
And that usually means one thing...
You were looking for something.
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I don't just tell stories.
Some are written.
Some are found.
Some are witnessed.
Some begin in places that don't feel quite right... And don't end when you leave them.
What you'll find here sits somewhere between fiction and reality.
And the line between the two...
Is thinner than people like to believe.
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WORDSMITH
It starts with stories.
Not the ones you're told...
The ones that stay.
The ones that sit in the back of your mind long after the book is closed.
I found them early.
At an age when I should've still been reading children's books.
I was reading Bram Stokers Dracula.
Stephen King followed not long after.
Stories that felt heavier.
Darker.
Like they carried something with them.
That feeling stayed.
Not just the fear...
But the way those stories lingered.
The way they get under your skin.
And never quite leave.
Over time, that shifted.
From reading...
To thinking.
​From thinking...
To creating.
Ideas started as fragments.
Moments.
Images.
Things that didn't quite belong anywhere yet.
Some passed.
Some didn't.
One of them stayed longer than the rest.
It sat there for years...
Quiet, but constant.
Until eventually, it stopped being something I thought about...
It became something I had to write.
That was the beginning.
Now the stories take different forms.
Some are connected.
Some stand alone.
But they all come from the same place...
Something just beneath the surface, waiting to be brought into the light.
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Because the best horror doesn't just scare you.
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It stays with you.
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CREATOR
Not everything belongs on a page.
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Some things need to be made.
Shaped.
Drawn.
Marked into skin.
Creation has always taken different forms.
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Tattooing.
Drawing.
Design.
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Taking an idea... And giving it something physical.
Something that lasts.
But it doesn't stop there.
Some things are built from atmosphere.
Filmed in real places.
Captured in real time.
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History, Mystery &...
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Moments where story and reality begin to overlap.
And then there are things that sit somewhere else entirely.
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Objects.
Figures.
Pieces that feel like they shouldn't exist...
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But they do.
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Different mediums.
Same instinct.
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To take something unseen...
and give it form.
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Because creating isn't just about making something new.
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It's about bringing something out of the dark...
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And leaving it where it can be found.
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OCCULTIST
Not everything is meant to be explained.
Some things are meant to be noticed.
Patterns.
Symbols.
Moments that don’t quite make sense...
Until you stop trying to dismiss them.
That’s where this begins.
An interest in the things people avoid.
The paranormal.
Demonology.
The spaces between belief and reality.
Not as entertainment...
But as something worth understanding.
But it didn’t start there.
Like most people,
it began with stories, movies.
Horror.
The kind that stays with you.
The kind that lingers long after it should.
Not just because it’s frightening...
But because it feels like it’s touching something real.
Something just beneath the surface.
Over time, that line started to blur.
What began as fiction
started to feel closer to something else.
Something older.
Something that didn’t need a story to exist.
That curiosity led somewhere real.
I’m a qualified paranormal investigator.
I’ve spent time in places where history doesn’t sit quietly.
Where the atmosphere changes without warning.
Where the silence feels heavier than it should.
Where something lingers.
Not in a way you can easily prove...
But in a way you can’t ignore.
And once you start looking into it properly,
you realise how much has always been there.
Beliefs carried through centuries.
Rituals.
Warnings.
Fragments of something older than the stories built around them.
Demonology.
Occult practices.
Spiritual systems that were never meant to be simplified.
Not everything written about them is true.
But not everything is fiction either.
That’s where it becomes interesting.
Because the line people rely on...
The one between real and unreal...
Isn’t as solid as they think.
And the more you look into it,
the more that line starts to shift.
This isn’t about trying to convince anyone.
It’s not about proving anything.
It’s about paying attention.
Recognising patterns.
Seeing what repeats.
Noticing what refuses to go away.
Because some things don’t need you to believe in them
to exist.
They were here long before that.
And they’ll be here long after.
You’re already here.
That means something brought you.
The stories.
The places.
The things that don’t quite make sense.
Follow it long enough…
and you’ll start to see the pattern.
Just be careful.
Not everything wants to be understood.
The rest…
You’ll have to find on your own.