Twenty-one ways in. None of them lead back out.
A man wakes to his microwave spelling his name in the fog on the door glass. A neglected fridge full of leftovers remembers, exactly, who let it rot. A mathematician computes pi one digit too far and reads the message waiting at the edge of the render. A lover who only ever wanted your heart - no. Not your heart. Something a little higher up, and still warm.
Dvld Lvd: Sick Inside is twenty-one horror stories with the lights left off and the door left open: psychological slow-burns, creepshow splatter, cosmic dread, and the kind of dark comedy that grins at you from the bottom of the stairs. All told in one unmistakable voice - the one that doesn't bother wiping its shoes before it walks through your house.
Pull up a stool. It won't bite. Much.