Chapter 3: The Whispering Waters The swamp seemed to thicken around Jules, the trees leaning closer, their twisted branches knitting together above like skeletal fingers. Moonlight barely filtered through the canopy now, casting fragmented patches of silver onto the dark water below. Every step forward felt less sure, the path becoming harder to distinguish from the murky bog. A low mist curled…

The Whispering Shadows (Part 1 of “A Forgotten Carnival – The Secrets Beneath the Big Top”) The cicadas screamed in the humid Louisiana night, their relentless hum vibrating through the dense canopy of moss-draped cypress trees. A pale sliver of moonlight cut through the swamp, casting long shadows across the marshy ground. Jules Landry crouched low near the ruins of what locals called the…