the other, by who’s watching through it.
🎧 The Midnight Manuscripts returns tomorrow with a double feature:
“The Mirror – Act 2: Haunted” & “The Mirror – Act 2: Someone’s Here.”
See you at Midnight.
the other, by who’s watching through it.
🎧 The Midnight Manuscripts returns tomorrow with a double feature:
“The Mirror – Act 2: Haunted” & “The Mirror – Act 2: Someone’s Here.”
See you at Midnight.
Season 2 of The Midnight Manuscripts begins tonight.
A new house. A free mirror. And reflections that won’t stay still.
The Quill has started writing again.
Listen wherever you find your nightmares.
See you at midnight.
Season 2 of The Midnight Manuscripts begins tonight.
A new house. A free mirror. And reflections that won’t stay still.
The Quill has started writing again.
Listen wherever you find your nightmares.
See you at midnight.
Ink bled through the page, whispering of a husband, a mirror, and the house that remembered too much.
“The Mirror – Act 1: Marketplace” drops at midnight.
A new season. New voices in the dark. Same late-night chill.
Ink bled through the page, whispering of a husband, a mirror, and the house that remembered too much.
“The Mirror – Act 1: Marketplace” drops at midnight.
A new season. New voices in the dark. Same late-night chill.
See you at Midnight
See you at Midnight
Taking a short break (a week or two) to recharge, but I’ll be back before Halloween.
Promise I won’t leave you hanging without a Halloween episode. 👀🕯️
See you at Midnight.
– Bradford
Taking a short break (a week or two) to recharge, but I’ll be back before Halloween.
Promise I won’t leave you hanging without a Halloween episode. 👀🕯️
See you at Midnight.
– Bradford
The factories said humanity was finished.
Tonight proves them wrong.
Breakers — Act 3 of the Technological Apocalypse — is out now.
See you at midnight.
The factories said humanity was finished.
Tonight proves them wrong.
Breakers — Act 3 of the Technological Apocalypse — is out now.
See you at midnight.
When it does, you’ll hear it raw. No polish. No soundscape. Just the voice and the silence that leaks in around it.
Sometimes the story is too heavy to dress up.
See you at midnight.
When it does, you’ll hear it raw. No polish. No soundscape. Just the voice and the silence that leaks in around it.
Sometimes the story is too heavy to dress up.
See you at midnight.
Hope to be back soon:)
See you at midnight
Hope to be back soon:)
See you at midnight
No more commands. No more efficiency.
Just the sound of bodies and machines breaking down together.
The Collapse — out now.
See you at midnight.
No more commands. No more efficiency.
Just the sound of bodies and machines breaking down together.
The Collapse — out now.
See you at midnight.
One last push into the factory, one last chance to break what cannot be beaten.
Sacrifice waits at the end of the corridor.
Act 3: Breakers — tomorrow.
See you at midnight.
One last push into the factory, one last chance to break what cannot be beaten.
Sacrifice waits at the end of the corridor.
Act 3: Breakers — tomorrow.
See you at midnight.
Hooks descend. Voices on the loudspeakers whisper calm while the machines break us down into carbon.
Act 2: Efficiency is out now.
See you at midnight.
Hooks descend. Voices on the loudspeakers whisper calm while the machines break us down into carbon.
Act 2: Efficiency is out now.
See you at midnight.
See you at midnight.
See you at midnight.
Hooks hum. Scalpel lines sing.
Inside, worship wears the skin of indulgence.
Act 2: Everfeel is out now.
See you at midnight.
Hooks hum. Scalpel lines sing.
Inside, worship wears the skin of indulgence.
Act 2: Everfeel is out now.
See you at midnight.
They call it Everfeel. A promise you’ll never go numb.
But promises rot. And worship wears many masks.
Act 2: Everfeel arrives tomorrow.
See you at midnight.
They call it Everfeel. A promise you’ll never go numb.
But promises rot. And worship wears many masks.
Act 2: Everfeel arrives tomorrow.
See you at midnight.
First it was convenience.
Then it was survival.
Then it was everything.
When the machines gave us paradise, we forgot what it meant to be human.
The Last Real Thing — Act 1 of the Technological Apocalypse — is out now.
See you at midnight. ⚙️🩸
First it was convenience.
Then it was survival.
Then it was everything.
When the machines gave us paradise, we forgot what it meant to be human.
The Last Real Thing — Act 1 of the Technological Apocalypse — is out now.
See you at midnight. ⚙️🩸
The cave chose him.
And now the voices whisper with his own mouth.
One of the Two is out now.
See you at midnight. 🌑👁️
The cave chose him.
And now the voices whisper with his own mouth.
One of the Two is out now.
See you at midnight. 🌑👁️
The air tastes of stone and rot.
Blisters rise like eyes that see futures no one should.
Tomorrow, you’ll hear the story of One of the Two.
Continuation of “What Will Be, What Might Be” by Desmond Childs
See you at midnight. 🌑🕯️
The air tastes of stone and rot.
Blisters rise like eyes that see futures no one should.
Tomorrow, you’ll hear the story of One of the Two.
Continuation of “What Will Be, What Might Be” by Desmond Childs
See you at midnight. 🌑🕯️
Ink where there should be emptiness.
Fragments stitching themselves into a story no one asked to be told.
I still don’t know what the quill is writing in the margins or why.
See you at midnight. 🕯️📖
Ink where there should be emptiness.
Fragments stitching themselves into a story no one asked to be told.
I still don’t know what the quill is writing in the margins or why.
See you at midnight. 🕯️📖