About Me

I was born at the edge of a forest that appears on no modern map.

Raised on the borderlands where Slavic myth still whispers through the cracks in old houses, I learned early that every family carries at least one story it refuses to tell aloud. Silence, I discovered, is where the real horror grows.

My name is no accident. Morana - the ancient Slavic goddess of winter, death, and the ending of cycles - has always lingered close to my work. I do not write horror so much as I listen for the exact moment a human mind begins to betray itself, when cultural memory curdles into something deeply personal and poisonous.

In my stories, ancestral curses are never mere external forces. They are patterns of thought, inherited guilt, and the quiet stories we repeat to survive our own blood. I write about isolated villages, decaying dachas, endless birch forests, and half-remembered rituals because these places make the perfect soil for the most intimate terror: the slow, creeping realization that the monster has always lived beneath your own skin, wearing your face.

I publish my serial fiction directly on this blog and cross-post to some platforms like Wattpad. All links can be found on "Contact me" page.

I prefer the raw, unfolding nature of serialized storytelling - each new chapter another step deeper into the woods, where you, like my protagonists, may slowly lose certainty of the path back.

I currently live somewhere between memory and the present, still listening to the trees.