Don’t Go Upstairs Tonight

There are places in Eldmere where time doesn’t move the way it should. Where shadows gather too thickly. Where memories curl against the eaves, waiting for someone to listen.

Margaret Wainwright has lived in Eldmere her whole life. Long enough to know better than to answer a knock at the door after dark.

Especially not when it comes in threes.

But grief has a way of bending the rules. And the house she shares with silence and sorrow is full of too many echoes. One night, when the knock comes—deliberate, measured, final—she steps toward the door.

In Eldmere, choices like that carry weight.

Don’t answer the door when the knocks come in threes.

One of Eldmere’s oldest rules. A superstition to some, a survival tactic to others. But in this town, the line between caution and curse is dangerously thin.

And no one breaks the rules without consequence.

***

This summer, Welcome to Eldmere invites you to peer behind the curtains of a town stitched together by fear and ritual. In Don’t Go Upstairs Tonight, you’ll uncover the weight of old love, of regret, of things left unsaid—and the doorways through which the past might return, if you’re foolish enough to let it.

This is just one of the twelve dark tales waiting for you in the anthology. Each story is a thread in a larger tapestry of creeping dread, subtle folklore, and supernatural horror that echoes through Eldmere’s streets.

If you enjoy:

  • Haunted houses with memories that don’t stay buried
  • Unspoken rituals passed from mother to daughter
  • The quiet horror of what waits upstairs

…you’ll find plenty to love (and fear) in this story, and the anthology.

The pre-order for Welcome to Eldmere is now available, grab your copy here.

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I’ll be in touch soon.

Just… don’t answer the door unless you’re expecting me.

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