About

There are nightmares we wake from, and then there are the ones that bleed into daylight. Benjamin Clark writes at the razor's edge where trauma fractures reality, where the past refuses to stay buried, and where grief becomes something darker—something that hunts.

His work explores the psychology of inherited violence, the weight of suppressed memories, and the moments when the veil between what we know and what we fear becomes dangerously thin. Through visceral first-person narratives, he examines how tragedy reshapes identity and how secrets—family secrets especially—can become their own kind of haunting.

What remains unspoken always finds a way to surface. And when it does, you won't look away.