angelarossi (43)in Spooky Zone • last monthThe wood creaksThe firewood in the fireplace crackles with a blue spark as outside the wind whips through the tops of the pine trees. I’m alone in the cabin. I brought three books, enough coffee, and the false hope thatangelarossi (43)in Literatos • last monthLa forma del sesgoIt’s 3:40 in the morning. Screen number four in Ward C flickers with a shower of gray snow before settling down. There’s nothing out of the ordinary in the frame: the isolated room, the bed bolted to theangelarossi (43)in Freewriters • 2 months agoBlind SpotThe wet asphalt swallows the car’s headlights as the broken line on the highway repeats like a racing heartbeat. It’s 3:12. My eyes burn with exhaustion, but the stale music on the radio is the only thingangelarossi (43)in #policial • 2 months agoLa pesadilla de Malcom KippsEl café de la oficina siempre sabe a metal, a papel quemado y a las horas muertas que se me escurren entre los dedos. Tres días sin dormir. Mis ojos no pesan, me arden, como si…angelarossi (43)in #terror-psicologico • 2 months ago"La marca del desconocido" (The Mark of the Stranger)The wound on my forearm won't close. It’s an irregular groove, a mark that lacks the color of living flesh, bearing instead the hue of damp ash. Sometimes, when the silence of this house becomes so heavyangelarossi (43)in #escritora • 2 months agoPresentación¡Hola! Soy Ángela Rossi, escritora argentina. Me dedico a crear historias de terror psicológico, fantasía oscura, fantasía romántica, policiales y el universo omegaverse de hombres lobo. Comencé mi camino