Beware of restless secrets.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to the dark—the kind of dark that has teeth, claws, and a tendency to linger just beyond the edge of the light. Maybe it started as a childhood fascination, or maybe I was just born with a taste for the macabre. Either way, I’ve carried these monsters with me, tucked away like old secrets.

But secrets get restless. And tonight, I think it’s time to let them breathe.