About

You’ve found your way to the threshold. We won’t ask why.

Some things cannot be said aloud — they are whispered in fiction, implied in ritual, exposed in shadow. This is a house of quiet horror and quiet tragedies.

We do not traffic in monsters. We document and expose them — slowly, surgically.
Each story is an incision. Each post is a fragment of something truer than memory.

What We Publish

🖤 Dispatches —Micro-fiction that ends before the relief comes. You’ll feel it in your throat.

👁 Dreamwork— The occult without costume. Each demon is real. We name it, watch it work, and leave you to decide what it cost.

⛧Decay—Brief stories that linger — compact but haunting.

⚫Dusk—Full narratives — immersive explorations of quiet horror and tragedy.

🗒 Notebook — Essays, commentary, and notes on what lies between fiction and reality. Think of it as field research.

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Read what you need. Stay if it haunts you. Leave if it doesn’t.
Dark Fig Tree isn’t for everyone — only those who recognize something in the dark and don’t look away.