🌙✨ Welcome to Doom After Dark ✨🌙

Psssst… you found it.
The part of the Funhouse where the lights are low, the candy is laced with something dangerous, and the rules don’t apply.

Here, I tell the stories I can’t post anywhere else.
Here, the frosting gets thicker, the music gets dirtier, and the glitter… well, the glitter goes places.

You’ll find the kind of Emmie that manifests after the lights go out —
the one who whispers outrageous secrets, leaves lipstick-stained love notes in your pocket, and dares you to follow her down the sticky, sugar-slick hallway to see what’s behind the last locked door.

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So, are you ready to break a few laws of decency?
Click slow.
Breathe faster.
And for the love of all that’s sweet and savage — don’t tell your mom.