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Harmony And Horror Fnaf

The Director’s Cuts: Horror Tales

Not every horror story gets released. Some are buried. Forgotten. Or never meant to be seen. These are the films that whisper in projection rooms, flicker through broken reels, and show up on tapes no one remembers recording. “Each novel is a standalone nightmare—scripted, cast, and directed by a man no one remembers hiring.” The Director. No one has seen his face. No one has survived two of his films. You're not reading a novel. You're watching his cut. Just pray he never turns the camera on you. --- ## Book 1: My Husband is a Serial Killer (and He Doesn't Know It) The reel clicks to life in an empty theater. Frame one: a woman's trembling hands holding a bloodstained journal. The handwriting inside matches her husband's perfectly—each confession detailing murders that made headlines, each date stamped with precision. Behind the camera, something breathes. Mara Lockwood thought she'd escaped her fractured past when she married Daniel Kessler—a gentle trauma therapist who forgets where he puts his keys, loses hours to daydreams, and loves her with desperate intensity. Their seaside home feels safe. Quiet. Until the journal surfaces from a locked drawer, its pages filled with Daniel's careful script describing acts of violence he swears he never committed. The camera never blinks. As bodies surface along the fog-drenched Oregon coast and Detective Elara Finch closes her investigation net, Mara faces an impossible choice: expose the man she loves or become his accomplice. Because the deeper she digs, the more she discovers about their shared time at Haven Creek Mental Health Facility—memories that were supposed to stay buried. Daniel's blackouts are getting worse. His sleepwalking more violent. And someone keeps leaving notes on Mara's windshield: "He doesn't remember what you made him do." In the projection booth, a clapperboard snaps. The Director adjusts his focus. He's been waiting for this story—one where the audience can't tell who's performing and who's just pretending to be real. Because if Daniel's the killer, Mara might be the reason he became one. And if she's covering for him... The film has already started. --- Disclaimer: All characters are original. Visual references are imagined and used for creative purposes only. No real person, actor, or public figure is involved or affiliated with this work. Poster concept and story by [D_Setia] Cover art generated using AI with original composition
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Douce Harmonie {GXG}

1- I am not too much 'messages' nor 'call' » "So there, no, you have to send me messages," she said seriously. "Alright," I said lowering my head, she put her fingers on my chin and lifted my head, "I will miss you", the situation is quite funny, we have only known each other for a few hours and I know she was going to miss me too. I put my hand on her cheek and leaned down, our lips touching a little, "Can I?" " She didn't answer, she kissed me, I felt butterflies in my stomach and wanted to have her closer to me. My hands on her hips pulled her closer to me, I felt like it wasn't enough, but we had to stop, her mom was waiting for her, so I broke the kiss. "Now you have to send me messages" I nodded, she gave me a breathtaking smile. 2- There were two cars, one of which had overturned and was badly damaged. She slowed her car and got out with heavy, shaky, but firm steps. She approached the overturned car. She collapsed to her knees, her throat blocked, no sound coming out. Blood trickled out from the car. Her hands came within inches of her mouth and dropped abruptly, and a strident scream finally escaped from her. She couldn't hear herself, she could only hear a long whistling sound. But that didn't stop her from continuing her agonizing screams, tears streaming from her eyes with no way to stop them. She screamed and cried, wishing to the depths of her being that it had all been a dream. ... "That day in fall, after the storm  The sun returns brighter than ever And a sweet flower blooms, it is a rebirth. My Sweet Rose"
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