Nothing But Moths Now
Grief is a cocoon. And inside it, something grows.
After the death of his daughter, Elias Grey retreats to Wrenwood House-a decaying, long-forgotten family estate buried in the woods, sealed off from the world and brimming with silence. He brings only a suitcase, an urn, and his grief.
The house welcomes him.
And then the walls begin to breathe.
At first, it's subtle. A ripple under the wallpaper. A swell in the plaster. A faint pulse that matches his own. But as the days stretch and memories blur, something begins to form inside the house-something cocooned, something warm, something whispering in a voice he thought he'd never hear again.
She says she's his daughter. She says she's cold. She says she's still here.
But what comes out of the wall isn't a child. Not anymore.
As the house consumes time, memory, and identity, Elias finds himself unraveling-his past rewritten, his future devoured, his grief transformed into something with wings. And when a social worker named Marianne comes knocking, she too is pulled into the hunger beneath Wrenwood's floors.
Because the house doesn't just haunt. It remembers.
It collects.
And it never lets go.
Every sorrow feeds the nest. Every lost name becomes silk. And when the cocoon breaks open, you will remember everything... whether you want to or not.
Nothing But Moths is a mind-bending, bone-deep literary horror novel that weaves together body horror, psychological dread, and surreal grief. A story for anyone who's lost someone and quietly feared that loss was only the beginning.
Fans of Mariana Enr quez, Brian Evenson, Caitl n R. Kiernan, or House of Leaves will find themselves right at home.
But be warned: the house knows you're here.
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