We All Fall Down (eBook, ePUB) - Ivell, David J
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Lock your doors.
Hate has walked these rooms. -Evil has sat at this very table.
A woman is dead. Julia wasn't simply murdered, she was dismantled, destroyed with a brutality so deliberate it seeped into the bricks themselves. The house remembers. The city pretends nothing happened.
And I am still here.
In the street, they watch me. Neighbours. Strangers. Even children with ink-stained fingers and sharp, knowing eyes. They say I should have done more. That I should have seen what was growing beneath the surface. As if evil announces itself. As if it arrives like lightning.
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Lock your doors.

Hate has walked these rooms. -Evil has sat at this very table.

A woman is dead. Julia wasn't simply murdered, she was dismantled, destroyed with a brutality so deliberate it seeped into the bricks themselves. The house remembers. The city pretends nothing happened.

And I am still here.

In the street, they watch me. Neighbours. Strangers. Even children with ink-stained fingers and sharp, knowing eyes. They say I should have done more. That I should have seen what was growing beneath the surface. As if evil announces itself. As if it arrives like lightning.

It doesn't. It creeps. It settles. It takes root beneath the floorboards and inside the walls until the darkness becomes part of the house itself. By the time it rises, you cannot tear it out without pulling everything down with it.

I told myself I was only a witness. I told myself I watched, powerless but innocent.

But the story is failing.

My memories are riddled with gaps. Moments are missing. Faces blur. Words I know were spoken float free of the mouths that said them. The truth shifts when I reach for it, slipping away like mist on a river. And now a far more dangerous question has begun to surface:

What if I am not remembering the truth at all? What if I wasn't just watching? What if I played a part?

They say I was screaming, but I wasn't. The house held its breath. The city carried on. Somewhere in that silence, responsibility took root.

This is a chilling psychological thriller about guilt, complicity, and the lies we tell ourselves to survive. A story of domestic horror where evil isn't an intruder, but a presence that grows quietly, patiently, until it feels like it belongs.

Because sometimes the most terrifying question isn't who did it.

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