Purgatory of Phobos: Chasing Whispers in the Theater of Ghosts ( Supernatural Occult Mystery Thriller Short Story )

Madly scrawled within the pages you see now before you, stained by the very blood of the one who wrote this journal, dwells the account of a man who has seen beyond death, who has been touched by a God. Will you open these secrets and bare witness, or leave shut what is to behold in the afterlife?

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A stunning tour de force of haunting scenery and startling delivery, which brilliantly uses contrast and symbolism to make a nearly palatable purgatory – John Ashley, Campfire Monthly

The Author’s impressive ability to bring such a nightmarishly surreal world to life, not to mention crawl so deeply into the mind of the unhinging protagonist, is note worthily enough to make the book a sure bet for any fan of Dante’s inferno or Lovecraft – Brent Dillard, Entertainment Tomorrow

Surprisingly powerful and imaginative – Lisa Maeda, The Chicago Watcher

‘Fast, suspenseful, and feverish, Purgatory of Phobos is reminiscent of an unhinged Dante's Inferno, as it takes readers on an assertive tour of Purgatory.’ – JustKindleBooks

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Stripped of all his memories and bleeding, Thomas Taylor wakes from a brutal car crash. Quickly discovering himself alone and stranded deep within the forest, all of his possessions have been removed and the vehicle emptied. Though there is no sign why. Searching for anything, he soon discovers a wordless journal made of human leather, a feathered quill, and inkwell filled with his own blood.
Afraid of losing his memories again, he begins chronicling the proceeding events. The situation rapidly escalates into lucidly surreal nightmare. Mentally pushing him over the edge, Thomas unhinges into questionable insanity, leading to self revelation. In this thought provoking roller coaster of psychological symbolism and wild imagery – Brimming with vivid dreamscapes of isolation, madness, delusion, and fear.
The darkness lurking here and fog within are living, watching Thomas. The ghosts of tragedy, they’re akin to bird’s shadows – dancing against the sun, pouring down through the fallen sky filled completely with somber clouds – swirling with memories lingering in the infinite dusk, exposing morbid apparitions to the beholder.

Will this burden prove more than his soul can bear?

Those who flee darkness, run from the fear of unknown
Those who run from illumination, cower from the fear of sight
Those who hide from both, truly damn themselves to purgatory

Rise up through the needles, or fall to your death
But decide quickly, because I will not let you rest
Deep into your indigenous abyss, I’m watching you
I am everywhere, at your every side
Echoing your every step, stalking your every action
I am absolute, unforgiving, carved in the stones of time
I chase you fast as you can run, you will never escape me
Your cowardice is a moon, the eclipse of your mind
I am your shadow, the past gnawing your heels

Now, let us begin
Rise or Die

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New Bonus Content:
+ Sneak Preview: Blade of the Damned
+ Replying to Phantom Whispers (A Short Discussion with the Author Revealing the Influences and Symbolism behind Purgatory of Phobos)