The Flesh Remains

Within these pages lies a gallery of horrors, where sanity unravels stitch by stitch and the skin you're wearing may not be your own. From the subtle creak in the hallway to the blood-slick whisper behind the mirror, The Flesh Remains drags the reader down dark corridors of body horror, psychological dread, and the grotesque beauty of fear itself.

Each story is a surgical incision into the things we dare not name, parasites lurking in toilets, unseen watchers in the walls, voices that command from nowhere. Raven Moffitt doesn’t just write horror; he performs an autopsy on the human condition. The flesh may rot, but the terror lingers. Forever.