I write horror that lingers.

Not just monsters, but the feeling that something is wrong. The hum beneath your ribs. The breath behind the mirror. The story you forgot, but your shadow remembers.

I'm the voice behind ShroomCvt-pronounced Shroom Cat-a horror brand where decay becomes divine and storytelling takes the form of ritual. This space is my archive of nightmares: psychological, cosmic, fungal, mythic, and sometimes quietly personal.

My stories live in the cracks between genres:
• Cosmic horror with teeth and theology
• Ritualistic folklore twisted into something sacred
• Psychological decay turned poetic
• Microfiction like wounds you discover too late
• Children's tales rewritten as warnings

Sometimes it's myth. Sometimes it's memory. Sometimes it's just a sentence that shouldn't make sense-but does. Expect lost gods, dreaming spores, haunted prayers, grief-things wearing your face, and the quiet horror of being known too well.

One major branch of my work is The Absolute, a mythos where the world becomes sentient after a cosmic event known as The Rift. Churches fracture into cults. The Moon turns violent. Fungal cities breathe. But this is only one layer of my storytelling.

Every story I share is a door. Some creak. Some bleed. None close behind you.

This is horror that watches.
That waits.
That remembers.

🕷 Come rot with me: twitter.com/ShroomCvt