A chill in the room. A shadow that lingers too long. A whisper when no one is there to speak.

Many claim to have seen Seraphine Ash, though no two accounts agree. Some say she first appeared in a crumbling house at the edge of nowhere, writing by candlelight as the walls breathed around her. Others speak of a figure glimpsed beneath flickering streetlamps, murmuring lines of forgotten folklore into a tape recorder. But all agree on one thing—Seraphine Ash writes stories that do not stay quietly on the page.

Her work strays beyond the borders of the visible and the known, threading together psychological dread, spectral echoes, and the slow unraveling of reality. With prose that lingers like fog on glass, Ash explores the haunted corners of the human mind, the places where grief curdles into obsession, and silence hides something watching.

Whether conjuring cursed towns, unraveling time-twisted identities, or peering into the dark between dimensions, Seraphine Ash crafts horror with a pulse—elegant, eerie, and unrelenting.

When not tracing ley lines across forgotten maps or recording EVP in abandoned places, she is said to be buried in stacks of weathered notebooks, scribbling until the ink runs dry… or the voices go quiet.

As for her origins? Lost, perhaps—buried in ash and whispers. But the stories remain.

Books by Seraphine Ash:

• House Without Shadows

• A Tremor in the Glass – Coming 2026

• Future Foe

Dare to listen. Dare to follow.
For sightings, signals, and transmissions from the threshold: www.seraphineash.com – Website coming soon.

Stay strange. Stay listening. They’re never really gone.

Disclaimer: Seraphine Ash is a pen name affiliated with Dillinger Publishing. The stories and commentary shared under this name are authored by real individuals, but the name itself is a fictional persona used for publishing and promotional purposes.