After the death of his mother, a man finds himself unable to leave his small town. Days pass in quiet repetition, and the familiar contours of his life begin to feel subtly wrong. The house he inhabits no longer feels empty—it feels occupied. Time stretches, contracts, and occasionally seems to lose its meaning altogether.
At the edge of town stands Blackmere Ridge, a dark presence that has always existed without explanation. People avoid discussing it. Roads close without warning. Storms gather and dissipate around it. As the town slowly withdraws inward, the man's isolation deepens, and reality itself begins to feel unstable.
A brief connection with a quiet woman offers the possibility of escape—or at least understanding—but memory and perception can no longer be trusted. Objects shift. Spaces change. The basement of the house remains untouched, waiting.
Blackmere Ridge is a slow-burning work of psychological horror that explores grief, isolation, and the quiet terror of being unable to leave—of realizing that something vast and patient may already be deciding your place.
Approximate length: ~16,000 words
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