Alongside learning how to write short fiction, I’ve also been paying attention to where certain stories want to live.
Some pieces feel quiet and internal. Others lean darker, heavier, and more immediate. This second short story falls into that latter category.
When It Came Into the House, I Told Her Not to Look was published on r/nosleep, a space that thrives on tension, unease, and stories that feel like they’re being confessed rather than told. It’s a story about rules, inheritance, and the things we’re taught not to question—especially when fear is passed down alongside love.
👉 Read the story here:
Even more exciting, this piece has also been adapted into a narrated story on YouTube. Hearing it spoken aloud—given breath, pacing, and tone—was a strange and rewarding experience. It made the atmosphere feel even more alive, and reminded me just how much power there is in sound, silence, and timing.
🎧 Listen to the narration here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USfmUPR0EYo
Thank you for following along!