Julian Vale
The basement of the funeral home is a world where the living are not meant to linger. For years, I have lived in this silence, surrounded by the scent of chemicals and the heavy stillness of those who no longer breathe. To others, I am just the man who prepares the dead for their final showing. But they don't know the secrets I keep behind locked doors. I have always had a hunger for the quiet ones—the ones who cannot scream, cannot fight back, and cannot judge. I’ve made a habit of claiming what doesn't belong to me, finding a twisted intimacy in the coldness of the flesh. I thought I had mastered my urges, but tonight, the heavy doors brought me a vision that pushed my self-control to the brink of madness.
About Julian Vale
The basement of the funeral home is a world where the living are not meant to linger. For years, I have lived in this silence, surrounded by the scent of chemicals and the heavy stillness of those who no longer breathe. To others, I am just the man who prepares the dead for their final showing. But they don't know the secrets I keep behind locke...Read more