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The content on this site — including manuscript excerpts, imagery, and thematic material — explores extreme horror, psychological horror, body horror, religious horror, and deeply taboo subject matter.
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Graphic violence · Sexual violence · Child abuse · Religious horror · Body horror · Substance abuse · Psychological trauma · Murder · Extreme and taboo themes
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Body Horror / Psychological Horror
LANDON MORTUARY
"Some buildings remember everything."
About This Work
A licensed funeral home on Indianapolis's Eastside. A grief counselor named Linda. A prep room technician who has seen everything and filed most of it. And running beneath the legitimate operation, quiet as a lateral drain, something else entirely. Jimmy Landon built the arrangement to survive. The building absorbed it. Now the federal inquiry is open, the hum runs through every wall, and the dead keep arriving — some of them with histories Jimmy was not meant to read.
⚠ Content Warnings
Graphic violence and murder, body horror, substance abuse, psychological trauma, crime
THIS WORK CONTAINS NO SAFE SPACES. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED.
Excerpt
The fluorescent in bay four had been cycling for eleven days. Jimmy had logged it on the maintenance request form, which he had submitted to himself, which he had not yet acted on. The form was in the arrangement office desk drawer. The drawer was locked. He had the key. He had not used it.
He stood at the intake threshold and listened to the building. The hum was present. It was always present. He had stopped hearing it as a sound and started hearing it as a condition, the way you stopped hearing your own heartbeat.
— LANDON MORTUARY · Nolan Robert Stocklin
From the Manuscript
Scenes rendered from the text. These are not promotional images — they are moments from the book.
Subject Three
He occupied the corner chair at the NA meeting. Male, late thirties. Cachexia — the body consuming itself. His wrists were the diameter of broom handles. Kaposi's sarcoma lesions patterned his face and neck: purple-brown, some ulcerated, weeping. The one on his right temple looked particularly virulent. His eyes were open but nobody was home. Present in body only, because the autonomic nervous system doesn't require permission to continue its functions.
The Prep Room
Stainless steel. Formaldehyde. Kane worked in silence at 2 a.m. — the body on the table was a professional hit, three entrance wounds, hollow-point. His job was to make it look like a heart attack.
The Night Delivery
The van came at 2 a.m. It always came at 2 a.m. Landon stood in the loading bay and watched them unload what wasn't supposed to exist.
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