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The Interface Series
Collection of all 100 parts and the epilogue named 'Mourning,' with links to the original posting.
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1 book15 followersThe pen name of the anonymous author of the Interface series. Known for using nontraditional methods of publication, primarily on forums in ways similar to what is often found in alternate reality games.
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December 8, 2022I rarely leave books unrated but this is truly a singular experience. I couldn't give it a star rating if I tried.
It sickened me. It made me cry. It was vile. It was complex. Its ending was dogshit. Its middle was damn-near flawless. It made me rethink the way I look at history. I was so scared while listening to it at work one morning that I had to wait for my boss to come in before I went into the back office. (It was dark in there. I'm a big baby.)
I'm a romance reader who is simultaneously easily afraid and easily impressed by horror. So take this with a grain of salt. But even so. Even though I can't sort through my feelings enough to give it a star rating, I love this story and I hope the author goes on to write more.
I'd have a lot of trouble recommending this to anyone. (What, considering the brutal gore. And LSD. And the body horror. And the violent Nazi interludes. And the continuous abuse of children by governments and evil, primordial mothers alike.) But if anybody sees this and is interested, try an audio narration. It was a massive step from my comfort zone that I don't regret. Despite my disturbing dreams and inability to go in my basement without one of my cats accompanying me.
It sickened me. It made me cry. It was vile. It was complex. Its ending was dogshit. Its middle was damn-near flawless. It made me rethink the way I look at history. I was so scared while listening to it at work one morning that I had to wait for my boss to come in before I went into the back office. (It was dark in there. I'm a big baby.)
I'm a romance reader who is simultaneously easily afraid and easily impressed by horror. So take this with a grain of salt. But even so. Even though I can't sort through my feelings enough to give it a star rating, I love this story and I hope the author goes on to write more.
I'd have a lot of trouble recommending this to anyone. (What, considering the brutal gore. And LSD. And the body horror. And the violent Nazi interludes. And the continuous abuse of children by governments and evil, primordial mothers alike.) But if anybody sees this and is interested, try an audio narration. It was a massive step from my comfort zone that I don't regret. Despite my disturbing dreams and inability to go in my basement without one of my cats accompanying me.
July 3, 2025
Whoaaaa this was cool! This one was once again read/listened to via the Creep Cast pod cast. I'm glad I read it this way to help keep everything going on straight. There are a lot of plot lines and crossing story arcs. It's an impressive piece of work! Isaiah and Hunter's commentary helped figure out what was going on. My favorite segments from the story were the cat one and the 80s one. The 80s one (and pretty much any of them) would work well even as a stand alone story. This story also had a unique way of writing, being spread around in random subreddit comments in a series of 100 posts. Would be quite the trip to come across in the wild!! (Also Hunter's rendition of "Fairy Queen" was great!)
May 13, 2023
This "book" began as a series of Reddit comments by user _9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9 in response to unrelated posts across the site. They were bizarre interconnected microfictions about LSD, flesh-interfaces, body horror, addiction, and summers in which your mother is not your mother.
It was very weird, but that was of course the point. Eventually a sub as created for the user who then focused all their posts there and made it into a proper story (albeit in a very untraditional medium) that is on Goodreads and everything. It's a fix-up by way of creepypasta.
Its first 2/3rds are captivating and sickening and insane and awesome. But at some point he realizes he has to payoff all the story threads he's been weaving, and it just... all falls apart.
What becomes clear is that the author was making it all up as he went along, and it results in this sort of "drift" happening to the story, so that the beginning of the book is absolutely nothing like the end. He loses everything that made it special and ends up down some very hacky roads instead. Really disappointing.
That said, it's such a unique experience that I can't bring myself to rate it less than 3 stars. I'm very glad I read it, and I would absolutely recommend it to people, but my advice? As soon as it stops being interesting, just drop it. It won't win you back.
It was very weird, but that was of course the point. Eventually a sub as created for the user who then focused all their posts there and made it into a proper story (albeit in a very untraditional medium) that is on Goodreads and everything. It's a fix-up by way of creepypasta.
Its first 2/3rds are captivating and sickening and insane and awesome. But at some point he realizes he has to payoff all the story threads he's been weaving, and it just... all falls apart.
What becomes clear is that the author was making it all up as he went along, and it results in this sort of "drift" happening to the story, so that the beginning of the book is absolutely nothing like the end. He loses everything that made it special and ends up down some very hacky roads instead. Really disappointing.
That said, it's such a unique experience that I can't bring myself to rate it less than 3 stars. I'm very glad I read it, and I would absolutely recommend it to people, but my advice? As soon as it stops being interesting, just drop it. It won't win you back.
November 28, 2020
The first half of this book is utterly captivating, ie every chapter that has to do with Flesh Interface Structures was brilliant to the T. I accidentally stumbled upon an audiobook version of one of the chapters from the first half on youtube and that's what got me interested in this book.
The Latter half though is a different story, it seemed so unrelated to the first half that I had doubts if I messed up while downloading. As this is not a real book, but a consolidation of Reddit comments done by 9M9H9E9 fans, the publishing and editing standard is pretty low.
The book is super disjointed and confusing. No character seemed central. The narrator also keeps changing without any acknowledgment. Nothing really connects very well to anything.
I still don't know what Q has to do with Mother or the flesh interface.
Enjoyed the hell out of first 50 some chapters, the rest is just punishment for that.
The Latter half though is a different story, it seemed so unrelated to the first half that I had doubts if I messed up while downloading. As this is not a real book, but a consolidation of Reddit comments done by 9M9H9E9 fans, the publishing and editing standard is pretty low.
The book is super disjointed and confusing. No character seemed central. The narrator also keeps changing without any acknowledgment. Nothing really connects very well to anything.
I still don't know what Q has to do with Mother or the flesh interface.
Enjoyed the hell out of first 50 some chapters, the rest is just punishment for that.
June 30, 2025
some of the best horror i’ve consumed in recent memory. whoever the author is NEEDS to come forward because i have to buy all their stuff
July 14, 2025
Bro this was something else. Absolutely innovative storytelling. The alternate history of it all was really cool. I LOVED the prehistoric storyline, and the one in the future was downright bleak. I loved the commentary on conspiracies and how it's actually scarier if there is some large conspiracy.
March 21, 2023
"When I was little, they took mommy away and put me with a new mommy in a smelly dark house. They said she was a real person, but I knew she wasn't. They had made her. Her face was made from pieces of animal. pig cheeks hairy goat jaw old horse eyes They sewed her together badly, and the seams were crusty. I hated her. Real mommy called me from underground. I opened the attic window at sundown and let the spring breeze flow in. I heard her song floating in on the cool air, soft singing from the grave."
"It was spring and it had been raining all day, but the rain stopped just before it was going to be sunset. So all the clouds were purply and the sky was really orange. And the grass was all wet with rain and there were fire flies around, like all in the sky, way up in the sky, big ones. And me and my grandma went out to these hills way out past the edge of town, and under the hills there were people sleeping. Not in caves. They were buried under the hills. The people were asleep but they were hugging each other. Families, like moms and dads and little kids. Just packed together, a few thousand. The hills were just blown up like balloons because they were so full of people. Like a pregnant woman's stomach. My grandma told me to lie down but I didn't want to. She laid down and got sucked into the ground. I heard her voice coming out of the ground telling me to come inside."
"In explaining our cruelty, which, I admit, was quite beyond scope of all humanity, I feel I must remind you of how we lost the war. We lost the war in the cruelest way imaginable. Island after island fell, and the enemy drew closer and closer. More and more bombs fell on our cities. Food grew more and more scarce. People starved. House burned, people burned, children burned. We were punished by our own sense of dignity, by our own inability to admit inevitable and total defeat. It was like watching a sword slowly being sunk into your chest, millimeter by millimeter, but you refuse to cry out, refuse to whimper or beg for mercy, and there is nothing you can do but watch the metal disappear into your weeping flesh."
"The world enslaved. Flesh networks spanning the globe. The blood of humanity moving through veins thousands of miles long, cavernous curving tubes as big as super highways. Biological superstructures. Bones the size of the Golden Gate Bridge. Living engineering. Hearts as big as mountains, pumping with tectonic force, chained in relays, moving blood across continents. Exotic neurochemical pestilence flowing from monstrous glandular ridges. Flesh encased nightmares. Farms of non-human tongues babbling blasphemous gibberish. A vast sea bed dotted with lonely eyes."
"I call it "coming back online." That moment when you first come out of drunken blackout. It's always frightening. Where am I? What is this neighborhood? What happened to my face? Where's my wallet? Some people, when they drink enough to disable their short term memory, immediately collapse into an immobile heap. This is nature's failsafe. But I lack this feature. I can walk and talk and carry a tune, yet have no idea of what's going on. I have never come back online to find myself up to any good. I have never emerged from a blackout to find that I have built a convenient spice rack or delivered a moving speech about women's rights. It's always been some fucking calamity."
"Enter the CIA. Their motto: "Where ethical approbation ends, our work begins.""
"The train arrived with the cries of its passengers blending into the squealing of the metal wheels. The blue units worked themselves into their usual frenzy, pulling the passengers out, shouting and clubbing and herding them toward the main gate. Amidst the crush of passengers, the limp bodies of children occasionally came spilling out onto the platform, and the blue units tossed them into a pile. Engel watched all of this impassively.
"A woman came out of the train clutching a child of perhaps three years. She looked about frantically, screaming for a doctor. I gave her a sympathetic look and held out my arms. She approached me, the handsome stolid-looking authority figure that I am. I took the child from her and tenderly examined it. It was still alive. I placed it gently on the ground and used my boot to reshape its skull. The woman I shot"
"It was spring and it had been raining all day, but the rain stopped just before it was going to be sunset. So all the clouds were purply and the sky was really orange. And the grass was all wet with rain and there were fire flies around, like all in the sky, way up in the sky, big ones. And me and my grandma went out to these hills way out past the edge of town, and under the hills there were people sleeping. Not in caves. They were buried under the hills. The people were asleep but they were hugging each other. Families, like moms and dads and little kids. Just packed together, a few thousand. The hills were just blown up like balloons because they were so full of people. Like a pregnant woman's stomach. My grandma told me to lie down but I didn't want to. She laid down and got sucked into the ground. I heard her voice coming out of the ground telling me to come inside."
"In explaining our cruelty, which, I admit, was quite beyond scope of all humanity, I feel I must remind you of how we lost the war. We lost the war in the cruelest way imaginable. Island after island fell, and the enemy drew closer and closer. More and more bombs fell on our cities. Food grew more and more scarce. People starved. House burned, people burned, children burned. We were punished by our own sense of dignity, by our own inability to admit inevitable and total defeat. It was like watching a sword slowly being sunk into your chest, millimeter by millimeter, but you refuse to cry out, refuse to whimper or beg for mercy, and there is nothing you can do but watch the metal disappear into your weeping flesh."
"The world enslaved. Flesh networks spanning the globe. The blood of humanity moving through veins thousands of miles long, cavernous curving tubes as big as super highways. Biological superstructures. Bones the size of the Golden Gate Bridge. Living engineering. Hearts as big as mountains, pumping with tectonic force, chained in relays, moving blood across continents. Exotic neurochemical pestilence flowing from monstrous glandular ridges. Flesh encased nightmares. Farms of non-human tongues babbling blasphemous gibberish. A vast sea bed dotted with lonely eyes."
"I call it "coming back online." That moment when you first come out of drunken blackout. It's always frightening. Where am I? What is this neighborhood? What happened to my face? Where's my wallet? Some people, when they drink enough to disable their short term memory, immediately collapse into an immobile heap. This is nature's failsafe. But I lack this feature. I can walk and talk and carry a tune, yet have no idea of what's going on. I have never come back online to find myself up to any good. I have never emerged from a blackout to find that I have built a convenient spice rack or delivered a moving speech about women's rights. It's always been some fucking calamity."
"Enter the CIA. Their motto: "Where ethical approbation ends, our work begins.""
"The train arrived with the cries of its passengers blending into the squealing of the metal wheels. The blue units worked themselves into their usual frenzy, pulling the passengers out, shouting and clubbing and herding them toward the main gate. Amidst the crush of passengers, the limp bodies of children occasionally came spilling out onto the platform, and the blue units tossed them into a pile. Engel watched all of this impassively.
"A woman came out of the train clutching a child of perhaps three years. She looked about frantically, screaming for a doctor. I gave her a sympathetic look and held out my arms. She approached me, the handsome stolid-looking authority figure that I am. I took the child from her and tenderly examined it. It was still alive. I placed it gently on the ground and used my boot to reshape its skull. The woman I shot"
March 16, 2021
My favourite book.
I am not a well read man, i have read my fair share but i would not consider myself knowledgeable in regard to literature.
This is not a long read, for all those who argue that the stories are disjointed and don't makes sense, all i have to say to you...read it again, if it still doesn't tie together, READ IT AGAIN , and again.
I read it 3 times and listened to an audio version over 10 times.
Perhaps it's just a 1 in a million reader-author pairing but on the off chance you are one of us, read it.
I am not a well read man, i have read my fair share but i would not consider myself knowledgeable in regard to literature.
This is not a long read, for all those who argue that the stories are disjointed and don't makes sense, all i have to say to you...read it again, if it still doesn't tie together, READ IT AGAIN , and again.
I read it 3 times and listened to an audio version over 10 times.
Perhaps it's just a 1 in a million reader-author pairing but on the off chance you are one of us, read it.
July 8, 2025
"We will drink and dance and laugh, and there will be no nightmares. We will be made children again; We will play forever on a street that has no cars. Until then, there will be suffering beyond belief."
August 19, 2025
During Covid I tried psychedelics for the first time— some acid some shrooms. basic shit. After that I almost never left my room and brain blasted myself with hentai and alt right thinkpieces and watered down Jungian rhetoric for like a year straight. At night I was experiencing visions and seizure-like occurrences and genuinely felt myself at the cusp of some euphoric fall in to psychosis.
Interface is literally me. Everything written here is the truth. At least the truth as I experienced it at 3 in the morning having schizoid hallucinations of a glitch art Megumin shoving maggots down my throat.
Really an enlightening read despite its occasional slip in to cringe.
Interface is literally me. Everything written here is the truth. At least the truth as I experienced it at 3 in the morning having schizoid hallucinations of a glitch art Megumin shoving maggots down my throat.
Really an enlightening read despite its occasional slip in to cringe.
September 6, 2025
one of the most creative ways to write story, and what a story that is!!
July 4, 2025
4.5/5.0
Thank you Creepcast for reminding me of this story! The Interface Series is a remarkable fusion of an intriguing story and an unique choice in formatting. In less than 3 months, the author told a remarkable story that draws you in and keeps you reading. It leaves you with an ending where you are left to think on the reality of the world and the deep connections across the stories.
Thank you Creepcast for reminding me of this story! The Interface Series is a remarkable fusion of an intriguing story and an unique choice in formatting. In less than 3 months, the author told a remarkable story that draws you in and keeps you reading. It leaves you with an ending where you are left to think on the reality of the world and the deep connections across the stories.
July 6, 2025
90%
what the fuck
what the fuck
February 24, 2023
La historia es de lo más original pero sufre notablemente según pasas el umbral de la mitad. Me parece mucho más potente la primera mitad, cuando las tramas permanecen totalmente inmersas en las flesh interfaces, que la posterior. Aún así es interesante la rotura de la cuarta pared, más teniendo en cuenta el formato de publicación original, ese juego de meta/intrahistoria me recuerda a «La casa de las hojas».
Además de ser buena la historia, está bien escrita; es más, hay capítulos extremadamente buenos. Hay frases tremendas y expresiones que me han hecho reir y quedarme boquiabierto. Destacaría la gran caracterización de los personajes y las descripciones lovecraftianas. Hay cuestiones de forma que creo que me he perdido por haberlo leído el ebook y me gustaría que hubiese una edición que incorporase lo mejor posible los detalles de formato.
Además de ser buena la historia, está bien escrita; es más, hay capítulos extremadamente buenos. Hay frases tremendas y expresiones que me han hecho reir y quedarme boquiabierto. Destacaría la gran caracterización de los personajes y las descripciones lovecraftianas. Hay cuestiones de forma que creo que me he perdido por haberlo leído el ebook y me gustaría que hubiese una edición que incorporase lo mejor posible los detalles de formato.
August 16, 2025
i listened to this through CreepCast with Wendigoon & Papa Meat.
this was incredible. i very rarely give out 5 stars. especially to this type of story. but my gosh. Wendigoon’s knowledge about christianity & the bible made this so much more digestible & interesting. the story, the plot was so unique that it’s unlike anything i have ever read before. it’s so original. & that’s hard to come by anymore.
i need to give the author an applause. fantastic job. this took me foreverrrr to listen to but it was so worth it. i was pulled in immediately. i’d love for this author to keep writing.
this was incredible. i very rarely give out 5 stars. especially to this type of story. but my gosh. Wendigoon’s knowledge about christianity & the bible made this so much more digestible & interesting. the story, the plot was so unique that it’s unlike anything i have ever read before. it’s so original. & that’s hard to come by anymore.
i need to give the author an applause. fantastic job. this took me foreverrrr to listen to but it was so worth it. i was pulled in immediately. i’d love for this author to keep writing.
July 12, 2025
This whole experience felt like a cult trying to convert people.
Now I'd like to believe I would never join a cult especially one started by a supposed madman on a shit ton of LSD but with everything going on like demon penise trees and hentai tentacle angel monsters and pussy tunnels, I'm ashamed to admit I would join this cult pretty willingly.
Perfect story for non-drug users who would like to experience a crazy LSD trip through time and religious mythology.
I recommend listening to it through CreepCast though, there were a lot of religious symbolisms that would've gone right over my head if it wasn't for Wendigoon's insights.
Now I'd like to believe I would never join a cult especially one started by a supposed madman on a shit ton of LSD but with everything going on like demon penise trees and hentai tentacle angel monsters and pussy tunnels, I'm ashamed to admit I would join this cult pretty willingly.
Perfect story for non-drug users who would like to experience a crazy LSD trip through time and religious mythology.
I recommend listening to it through CreepCast though, there were a lot of religious symbolisms that would've gone right over my head if it wasn't for Wendigoon's insights.
February 23, 2021
Good, if you temper your expectations. This story does not answer most questions. The narrative is incomplete and scattered. If you need a story to draw down most of the plot threads it opens, this is not the book for you.
June 30, 2025
one of the best horror stories I've read..
July 3, 2025
If you had suggested that one of the greatest horror stories of the 21st century would be a series of 100 entries almost all of which were left as comments on random Reddit posts that often read like the ramblings of a schizophrenic man on LSD, I would’ve thought you were such a man. And yet after moving the curtain aside, this is what I find.
“What did Pompey expect to find on the other side of the curtain? In many Roman temples there was an image of the honored god occupying some central place in the structure. It can be assumed that he expected to find one of these. But did he expect to find the actual presence of god? Could he have possibly expected this? For if he had believed in the Jewish lore, wouldn't he have also expected death? Wouldn't he expect to be punished for defiling the temple? Would he have been so cavalier about pulling back the curtain? Perhaps in his polytheistic mindset, he assumed that his gods, which had seen fit to give him yet another glorious victory, were more powerful than this backwater Jewish god.
What did we expect to be on the other side of the portal? Some kind of intelligence which could explain the bizarre living technology of the flesh interfaces? If the interfaces were the product of an intelligence, was it really something we wanted to make contact with? Did we expect this intelligence to be kind and benevolent? If so, how could we have sent so many living creatures, so many people, so many children to their deaths? What would a benevolent intelligence possibly make of our ruthlessness, our rapacious quest for understanding?
According to Tacitus, the ancient historian, when Pompey pulled back the curtain and gazed upon the Kodesh Hakodashim, "it contained no representation of the deity—the sanctuary was empty and the Holy of Holies untenanted." He found nothing. An empty room. Nor was he met with death. Instead he strode out of the temple alive and healthy, destined to go on to greater and greater political glory until fifteen years later when he was finally stabbed to death on the shores of the Nile delta after his defeat to Julius Caesar in the Roman civil war.”
I think this excerpt best thematically sums up this entire trip of a story. The anonymous author manages to weave a labyrinthine tale of atrocities, body and cosmic horror with plenty of gore to go around, alternate futures, and various characters not all of whom are human peaking around the curtain to see if something’s there. And if there is something there, is what they find God or is it something less than holy?
I will need to process this one for a long time.
“What did Pompey expect to find on the other side of the curtain? In many Roman temples there was an image of the honored god occupying some central place in the structure. It can be assumed that he expected to find one of these. But did he expect to find the actual presence of god? Could he have possibly expected this? For if he had believed in the Jewish lore, wouldn't he have also expected death? Wouldn't he expect to be punished for defiling the temple? Would he have been so cavalier about pulling back the curtain? Perhaps in his polytheistic mindset, he assumed that his gods, which had seen fit to give him yet another glorious victory, were more powerful than this backwater Jewish god.
What did we expect to be on the other side of the portal? Some kind of intelligence which could explain the bizarre living technology of the flesh interfaces? If the interfaces were the product of an intelligence, was it really something we wanted to make contact with? Did we expect this intelligence to be kind and benevolent? If so, how could we have sent so many living creatures, so many people, so many children to their deaths? What would a benevolent intelligence possibly make of our ruthlessness, our rapacious quest for understanding?
According to Tacitus, the ancient historian, when Pompey pulled back the curtain and gazed upon the Kodesh Hakodashim, "it contained no representation of the deity—the sanctuary was empty and the Holy of Holies untenanted." He found nothing. An empty room. Nor was he met with death. Instead he strode out of the temple alive and healthy, destined to go on to greater and greater political glory until fifteen years later when he was finally stabbed to death on the shores of the Nile delta after his defeat to Julius Caesar in the Roman civil war.”
I think this excerpt best thematically sums up this entire trip of a story. The anonymous author manages to weave a labyrinthine tale of atrocities, body and cosmic horror with plenty of gore to go around, alternate futures, and various characters not all of whom are human peaking around the curtain to see if something’s there. And if there is something there, is what they find God or is it something less than holy?
I will need to process this one for a long time.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
July 14, 2025
I don’t even know where to begin with this story. There’s really not a great way to read all of without finding an archive of it because a lot of it has been taken down off of Reddit. I listened to a podcast read it because it gets so deep and references so much that it’s super easy to have it fly over your head.
This is a Conspiracy/Alternate History/Biblical/Psycholgical Horror/Sci-Fi/Crime/Body Horror/Time Travel/4th wall breaking/Ai/Drug addiction/Dystopian Schizophrenic story, told in a nonlinear structure. The first few entries feel incomprehensible. Ramblings of someone burnt out after years of abusing LSD. Each entry being from a different time period. Past, Present, and Future. There is no main character at first, just a narrator telling you that everything you know about history is wrong.
Each entry for the first half or so of the story are seperate little vignettes. Vaguely connected, but not really. Each feeling like incredible short stories on their own. However, as the story progresses every little detail becomes not only important, but connected. The way in which the story is told, random Reddit replies to random Reddit threads even plays deeply into the narrative. There are so many incredible parts to this super well oiled machine. It’s surprises me that to this day the author has never revealed himself. This is an achievement.
It’s scary, disturbing, sad, and even really funny at times. The scope of this is massive and I began to worry towards the end how this story would wrap up, but so did the narrator/author. The author is a character in the story and you see him struggle to come up with an ending. He has total control over what happens and at the same time none at all. Mother Horse Eyes transcends the bounds of written word. As a character she is absolutely terrifying, unable to be stopped even by the author.
If you are familiar with the Bible on a very deep level, you’ll appreciate the hell out of this story. Most of the biblical references flew over my head entirely.
This shit is so fucking good.
This is a Conspiracy/Alternate History/Biblical/Psycholgical Horror/Sci-Fi/Crime/Body Horror/Time Travel/4th wall breaking/Ai/Drug addiction/Dystopian Schizophrenic story, told in a nonlinear structure. The first few entries feel incomprehensible. Ramblings of someone burnt out after years of abusing LSD. Each entry being from a different time period. Past, Present, and Future. There is no main character at first, just a narrator telling you that everything you know about history is wrong.
Each entry for the first half or so of the story are seperate little vignettes. Vaguely connected, but not really. Each feeling like incredible short stories on their own. However, as the story progresses every little detail becomes not only important, but connected. The way in which the story is told, random Reddit replies to random Reddit threads even plays deeply into the narrative. There are so many incredible parts to this super well oiled machine. It’s surprises me that to this day the author has never revealed himself. This is an achievement.
It’s scary, disturbing, sad, and even really funny at times. The scope of this is massive and I began to worry towards the end how this story would wrap up, but so did the narrator/author. The author is a character in the story and you see him struggle to come up with an ending. He has total control over what happens and at the same time none at all. Mother Horse Eyes transcends the bounds of written word. As a character she is absolutely terrifying, unable to be stopped even by the author.
If you are familiar with the Bible on a very deep level, you’ll appreciate the hell out of this story. Most of the biblical references flew over my head entirely.
This shit is so fucking good.
July 3, 2025
I listened to this in the form of podcast which reads and discusses horror stories, and it was the best 11 hour listening experience I have had.
This story is incredibly complex, with so many narratives that are all deeply connected in a way that is neve explicitly spelled out but in a way that if you see the threads you can feel the connection. This author understands that if you treat the reader like they are stupid, the story will become boring and tedious as everything is spelled out. They perfectly leave little bits and pieces that tie this narrative that spans centuries and generation, and entire globe and multiple dimensions, into one cohesive piece that gives little aha moments at every turn.
The story did begin to lose me a bit when we returned to the narrators life in the second half, but they were able to save it a bit in the end with a conclusion that felt like an end but still left me with so many questions that I just want more now. I think this section was the weakest of the storylines, but it did not feel unnecessary.
I would be horrified and fascinated to live inside of the mind of this author for a day, I truly will never comprehend how they came up with all of this. Such an incredible imagination.
I highly recommend this series to anyone who likes horror and getting to discover what the story truly is over the course of the narrative. That said, I recommend that you stick with it until the end, and take time to theorize and speculate about what it all means as you go. It really leans into the conspiracy theory side, and its much more fun if you play along and find the conspiracies and connections in the story yourself.
This story is incredibly complex, with so many narratives that are all deeply connected in a way that is neve explicitly spelled out but in a way that if you see the threads you can feel the connection. This author understands that if you treat the reader like they are stupid, the story will become boring and tedious as everything is spelled out. They perfectly leave little bits and pieces that tie this narrative that spans centuries and generation, and entire globe and multiple dimensions, into one cohesive piece that gives little aha moments at every turn.
The story did begin to lose me a bit when we returned to the narrators life in the second half, but they were able to save it a bit in the end with a conclusion that felt like an end but still left me with so many questions that I just want more now. I think this section was the weakest of the storylines, but it did not feel unnecessary.
I would be horrified and fascinated to live inside of the mind of this author for a day, I truly will never comprehend how they came up with all of this. Such an incredible imagination.
I highly recommend this series to anyone who likes horror and getting to discover what the story truly is over the course of the narrative. That said, I recommend that you stick with it until the end, and take time to theorize and speculate about what it all means as you go. It really leans into the conspiracy theory side, and its much more fun if you play along and find the conspiracies and connections in the story yourself.
July 22, 2025
I have an odd affinity for anything that could have possibly been made by someone sober. This story is essentially the creepypasta equivalent of that. It was posted to reddit under various comment sections, with some original post and even a segment being posted by a news outlet. The various storylines throughout very in topics such as: Addiction, LSD, World War II, Mk Ultra, both male and female genitalia, the devil(from the bible), and cats. It's all presented in the trippiest way possible with about five ongoing storylines at one point before getting more and more meta. I guess all that is to say this story isn't for everyone. Pretty much everyone I see praise this(like myself) seem to have tastes that it fits perfectly into. It is my favorite creepypasta(if you can label something as experimental as this) and probably my favorite horror story ever written. There are moments of uniquely creative and effective horror, moments that are beautifully written, and moments that are just cool. I implore you to at least try reading it. You don't have to read all of it as it is also the longest creepypasta I have ever read, but at least try to get into it. It is one of the impressive and vast things ever written in terms of horror and it deserves at least a chance from everyone.
Also I feel like I should at least mention that, yes, I discovered this story from CreepCast. I did read it myself afterwards(I can not pay attention to every second of an 11 hour podcast so I missed some stuff) but that may have informed my love for the story. The theorizing that they do and the fact they immediately clock all the biblical references which this story is ripe with definitely elevate the story.
Favorite posts: The Island, Ah the Simple Nemesis, Terraform, Rachel Feels, Along Came An Old Crone, The Oily Ones, Jerking Off Until Mother Opens the Door, A Mother's Son
Also I feel like I should at least mention that, yes, I discovered this story from CreepCast. I did read it myself afterwards(I can not pay attention to every second of an 11 hour podcast so I missed some stuff) but that may have informed my love for the story. The theorizing that they do and the fact they immediately clock all the biblical references which this story is ripe with definitely elevate the story.
Favorite posts: The Island, Ah the Simple Nemesis, Terraform, Rachel Feels, Along Came An Old Crone, The Oily Ones, Jerking Off Until Mother Opens the Door, A Mother's Son
July 24, 2025
it is purely transcendental that this collection of interwoven conceptual narratives can clearly and linearly blend into one digestible story. it is a dream to be able to craft a compelling and deeply informed commentary on one’s personal subjective childhood trauma and the weight of brokenness throughout many histories — various potential pasts, presents, and futures — and return to the meeting of one’s self as a motif of pulling yourself out of the things that have been done onto you and the world they you live in. the act of entering into the darkness is what inevitably allows your inner child, still stuck, to enter into the light. to spend hours reading a pieced together version of a manuscript collected through comment sections across various forum boards felt like entering my own flesh interface. truly masterful writing, this will remain with me for a very long time.
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August 25, 2025I think this might be my third time re-reading this and it still remains one of my personal favorite internet horror stories. Like a lot of other internet horror stories, it gets a little over the top and doesn't really stick the landing, but I find it very well written and engaging. It is SUCH a bummer that this was never properly published because I would love a hard copy on my shelf. I think this is too good of a story for the author to totally abandon it, I hold out hope that they'll return some day.
My favorite timelines are all the alternate history stories and I also love the stone age story (though I don't know how the creature from that ties in to the rest of the work...). I actually took notes this time around so though there are still a lot of mysteries, it felt more coherent reading it this time around.
My favorite timelines are all the alternate history stories and I also love the stone age story (though I don't know how the creature from that ties in to the rest of the work...). I actually took notes this time around so though there are still a lot of mysteries, it felt more coherent reading it this time around.
September 28, 2025
Wow. Easily one of, if not the best pieces of horror literature I have ever read. Reminiscent of Lovecraftian comic-horror elements sprinkled with conspiracy madness layered in deep themes of faith, finding meaning in suffering, all while teeing up tie-ins that don't feel out of place or cheap cop-outs. The branching narratives and shifts in writing when focused on a new narrator is done with exceptional precision. The experiences that narrators endure is horrific, memorable and very unique. This story is so much more than it makes itself out to be in the very beginning, quickly gaining pace and not slowing down until the very end, when it matters most. A satisfying end, horrific imagery, completely unforgettable. The Interface Series has climbed to quickly be one of my favorites of all time.
July 4, 2025
So I listened to this insanity on CreepCast which made the story that much more fun. That being said holy fucking shit. The best way to describe this story is if you made the movie Heavy Metal 6 hours long and then decided to watch it while on LSD. The narrative is so rich and compelling and the body/religious/ and psychological horror it weaves is so god damn good. There were moments while listening that I physically cringed because I saw myself in that situation. Does it jump around a lot? sure. Is it nonsensical at times? Absolutely. But god damn does each narrative provided have a fucking cohesive story that revolves around a singular issue. I legitimately would love to see this thing on screen. Best book this year so far.
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August 9, 2025
"When I was little, they took mommy away and put me with a new mommy in a smelly dark house. They said she was a real person, but I knew she wasn't. They had made her. Her face was made from pieces of animal. pig cheeks hairy goat jaw old horse eyes They sewed her together badly, and the seams were crusty. I hated her. Real mommy called me from underground. I opened the attic window at sundown and let the spring breeze flow in. I heard her song floating in on the cool air, soft singing from the grave."
"A woman came out of the train clutching a child of perhaps three years. She looked about frantically, screaming for a doctor. I gave her a sympathetic look and held out my arms. She approached me, the handsome stolid-looking authority figure that I am. I took the child from her and tenderly examined it. It was still alive. I placed it gently on the ground and used my boot to reshape its skull. The woman I shot"
Finally, a book that made my brain tingle like House of Leaves did. It really is a masterpiece in horror writing and truly one of a kind. Conspiracy theories, real world events, an unreliable narrator struggling with addition, impossible places, H.R. Giger-esque body horror, all drenched in religious iconography and woven together in a non-linear plot that makes you feel like you're putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Definitely one of my top 3 horror books of all time.
"A woman came out of the train clutching a child of perhaps three years. She looked about frantically, screaming for a doctor. I gave her a sympathetic look and held out my arms. She approached me, the handsome stolid-looking authority figure that I am. I took the child from her and tenderly examined it. It was still alive. I placed it gently on the ground and used my boot to reshape its skull. The woman I shot"
Finally, a book that made my brain tingle like House of Leaves did. It really is a masterpiece in horror writing and truly one of a kind. Conspiracy theories, real world events, an unreliable narrator struggling with addition, impossible places, H.R. Giger-esque body horror, all drenched in religious iconography and woven together in a non-linear plot that makes you feel like you're putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Definitely one of my top 3 horror books of all time.
August 17, 2025
Absolutely amazing read and very quickly became one of my favorite horror stories I've ever seen.
Each of the small narratives the author has written interweave perfectly and could in and of themselves be their own decent short story. Basically every entry in some way contributes to the greater narrative of the world and the entity Mother Horse Eyes and references from the beginning such as 'come unto these yellow sands' all tie in at the end which was executed really well combining many aspects of the whole story into one.
Admittedly some parts could've been fleshed out more like it would've been nice to learn more about the chitinous cruciform creatures mentioned but I don't think that the lack of depth in certain areas impacts my main core opinion on the story.
Each of the small narratives the author has written interweave perfectly and could in and of themselves be their own decent short story. Basically every entry in some way contributes to the greater narrative of the world and the entity Mother Horse Eyes and references from the beginning such as 'come unto these yellow sands' all tie in at the end which was executed really well combining many aspects of the whole story into one.
Admittedly some parts could've been fleshed out more like it would've been nice to learn more about the chitinous cruciform creatures mentioned but I don't think that the lack of depth in certain areas impacts my main core opinion on the story.
August 24, 2025
An absurd and delightful way to tell a story.
This is so dense for a plotline that turns inward on itself as many times as it does. I suspect it takes a few reads to really hit.
I have some issues. I think the author could have done more with some of the abandoned threads, and by the end of the series, most of the beginning had been entirely left behind. I think there was a lot of potential, and even some excellent execution, but it often felt both very busy and somewhat hollow.
5☆ for the *way* it was told and the initial premise. 3☆ for the ultimate overall story.
I'm just splitting the difference.
This is so dense for a plotline that turns inward on itself as many times as it does. I suspect it takes a few reads to really hit.
I have some issues. I think the author could have done more with some of the abandoned threads, and by the end of the series, most of the beginning had been entirely left behind. I think there was a lot of potential, and even some excellent execution, but it often felt both very busy and somewhat hollow.
5☆ for the *way* it was told and the initial premise. 3☆ for the ultimate overall story.
I'm just splitting the difference.
October 20, 2025
"Oh, Mother, forgive me..."
I wish I could forget this story just to read it again.
To call this a horror story would be unfair.
It's dreadful, nightmarish, retching.
Reading this I've felt sadness and dread, anxiousness, nostalgia, paranoia, I've felt shivers and hot flashes and sudden epiphanies. I've remembered personal traumas so vividly I could smell the rooms I have been in.
I've had nightmares.
Coming back from it, I am so glad to have had this experience. I feel inspired.
I wish I could meet the author, shake their hand and tell them "I get it. I get it. Thank you..." but just like Pompeii, there's nothing behind the veil.
I'm coming, Mother, I am coming.
I wish I could forget this story just to read it again.
To call this a horror story would be unfair.
It's dreadful, nightmarish, retching.
Reading this I've felt sadness and dread, anxiousness, nostalgia, paranoia, I've felt shivers and hot flashes and sudden epiphanies. I've remembered personal traumas so vividly I could smell the rooms I have been in.
I've had nightmares.
Coming back from it, I am so glad to have had this experience. I feel inspired.
I wish I could meet the author, shake their hand and tell them "I get it. I get it. Thank you..." but just like Pompeii, there's nothing behind the veil.
I'm coming, Mother, I am coming.
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