Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke

What it feels like

Reading this novella feels like scrolling through a cursed chat log you were never meant to see. It is a propulsive, deeply claustrophobic experience that traps you in the escalating madness of two isolated women finding each other in the digital void of the early 2000s. The epistolary format strips away all distance, making the prose feel uncomfortably intimate and voyeuristic as tentative connection curdles into grotesque codependency. The atmosphere is feverish and dread-soaked, pulling you down a sickening spiral where devotion and destruction become indistinguishable. It is a short, sharp shock of a book, designed to delight readers of extreme horror and transgressive fiction who crave visceral, stomach-churning descents into the darkest, most obsessive corners of human desire.

Mood

• claustrophobic
• dread-soaked
• grotesque
• feverish

Tone

• clinical
• obsessive
• intimate
• disturbing

Pace

propulsive

Themes

toxic codependency · early internet isolation · escalating obsession · queer monstrosity · the limits of devotion

The writing

Stark, immediate, and uncomfortably voyeuristic, relying entirely on the raw, unfiltered cadence of early-2000s instant messages and emails.

The arc

Begins with tentative, lonely connection and accelerates into a sickening, inescapable spiral of mutual destruction.

Who it's for

Fans of extreme horror and psychological thrillers who crave short, sharp shocks and aren't afraid of deeply transgressive, stomach-churning relationship dynamics.