Stories

Sin-Eater's Journal

An archive of Skin of Sin stories — try reading at night in low light.

Fiction

Stories

HorrorAug 1, 2026

Deep in Caddo Parish, something older than haints or rougarou waits for floodwater to soften the graves — and wears people like old hunting caps.

Horror

What sheds can still remember. A body that learns to carry its own shell through the blackwater dark.

Fiction

Lantern-light over the marsh, a vow that never dies. The Fifolet does not guide the living — it claims them.

Horror

Bargains made in mud and bone. Every sin paid becomes armor — until the shell starts speaking back.

Horror

Sacred rot under white blooms. A martyr's confessor learns that grace can wear the face of hunger.

Fiction

Something in the reeds knows your name. Answer once, and the water writes you into its own gospel.

Horror

Beneath the muck, a terrible purity. What scrapes you clean may not leave enough flesh to leave with.

Horror

Faces cast in plaster and silence. The coroner keeps vigil over the dead — and the dead keep watching him.

Horror

A second skin is never free. When the old one peels away, what remains is hungrier than the dark it left.