I Was Never Here
The dead don’t lie. But sometimes, they whisper things you were never meant to hear.
Forensic pathologist Orion Blackwood has spent his career cutting open the dead. But there’s something he never tells anyone—when he touches a corpse, he hears its final words. A dying breath, a muttered name, a cryptic warning. The problem is, they only speak once. And if he doesn’t understand them in time, the truth rots away along with the flesh.
One night, a mutilated woman is wheeled into his autopsy room—no fingerprints, no ID, as if she never existed. As Orion reaches for his scalpel, the corpse’s bloodless lips part, and in a ragged whisper, she speaks:
“Don’t let him find you.”
Then, her jaw snaps shut. Her body goes cold. And Orion realizes something is very, very wrong.
The next day, she disappears from the morgue. No records, no evidence, no proof she was ever there. Even the security footage shows only Orion, standing alone in the room.
As he searches for answers, the whispers of the dead become more insistent. A faceless figure watches from the corner of his eye. His own reflection moves a fraction of a second too slow. At 3:33 AM, his phone rings from an unknown number—on the other end, he hears his own voice, whispering something he cannot understand.
The deeper he digs, the more the truth unravels. And buried at the center of it all is a terrifying secret:
Orion Blackwood is not supposed to be alive.
