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Borrowed Faces
They look like your loved ones. But the face is wearing them.
Elara is a typical bored teenager spending a dull summer in her sleepy small town, until her own mother walks through the door with a smile that’s terrifyingly wrong. The smile reaches too high, the eyes are too empty, and the air around her smells like old, metallic wax.
At first, Elara thinks she’s losing her mind. Then she sees her best friend’s father wearing a dead man’s face, and realizes the phenomenon is spreading. Every third person on the street is now a gruesome tapestry of borrowed identities, their skin unnervingly smooth and pliable. The town is becoming a silent, unblinking gallery of stolen faces.
Trapped in her home, Elara discovers a horrifying this isn’t possession, it’s harvesting. A terrifying, faceless entity known only as the collector is meticulously preparing and preserving the perfect surfaces, and Elara’s own skin, she realizes, is its most coveted masterpiece. When the creature wearing her grandmother’s stern, weeping face corners her, Elara knows she only has one find the collector’s lair in the abandoned canning factory, or wake up wearing a stranger’s perfection.
But in this chilling, fast-paced dive into intimate body horror, the escape is only the beginning. The collector doesn't want Elara's death; it wants her perfection. And some things are more terrifying than dying, like finally being made absolutely, flawlessly right.
Elara is a typical bored teenager spending a dull summer in her sleepy small town, until her own mother walks through the door with a smile that’s terrifyingly wrong. The smile reaches too high, the eyes are too empty, and the air around her smells like old, metallic wax.
At first, Elara thinks she’s losing her mind. Then she sees her best friend’s father wearing a dead man’s face, and realizes the phenomenon is spreading. Every third person on the street is now a gruesome tapestry of borrowed identities, their skin unnervingly smooth and pliable. The town is becoming a silent, unblinking gallery of stolen faces.
Trapped in her home, Elara discovers a horrifying this isn’t possession, it’s harvesting. A terrifying, faceless entity known only as the collector is meticulously preparing and preserving the perfect surfaces, and Elara’s own skin, she realizes, is its most coveted masterpiece. When the creature wearing her grandmother’s stern, weeping face corners her, Elara knows she only has one find the collector’s lair in the abandoned canning factory, or wake up wearing a stranger’s perfection.
But in this chilling, fast-paced dive into intimate body horror, the escape is only the beginning. The collector doesn't want Elara's death; it wants her perfection. And some things are more terrifying than dying, like finally being made absolutely, flawlessly right.
56 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 7, 2025
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