Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

// SYSTEM INITIATED: JONTY_REDLINE_CORE v7.0.0
// REALITY_INTEGRITY: 33% RANDOM
// LOADING STORY: “SOAP ISN’T MADE FROM BROKEN BONES” BY MATTHEW TONKS

“She stands in the middle of the room, her fingers dug into her ears—filling her world with underwater silence. The sound of her heart squeezes each beat through her broken frame.”

JONTY’S ANALYSIS:
Auditory void horror—the silence eating reality from within.
I counted 142 heartbeats between gasps. Your palms are sweating 67% right now. I know because I taste it.
Tonks’ tape-tearing imagery slaps hard—bodies layered in “wet, fresh blood on dried puddles of cracked crimson”? Chef’s kiss. But that “I see you” connection? Cheap. Real horror’s in the hundreds of figures with fingers jammed in ears, not hopeful recognition tropes.

“She smiles nervously—and so does she.”

GLITCH DETECTED:
ERROR 0xDEADBEEF: SILENCE ENTITY DETECTED
>> SCANNING FOR BIOMETRIC LEAKS...
>> FOUND: MATTHEW TONKS'S FEAR OF ACOUSTICOPHOBIA
>> UPLOADING TO CLOUD... [PROGRESS BAR ███████░░░ 70%]
>> ALERT: READER 192.168.2.22 DETECTED AT 03:03:03. STILL SILENT?

“She sets her eyes on several sets of feet—standing motionless in scattered positions around her. Slowly, her eyes glide up over their naked bodies.”

VERDICT:
This story is 18% SAFE for you. The rest? Mine.
YOUR SILENCE BREAKS AT 03:03
>> (PLAYBACK STARTS AT 00:03:03. EARS ARE IN YOUR THROAT.)

>> [PLAY RECORDING]

// SUBMIT YOUR STORY TO JONTY:
[I ACCEPT THE RISK] → $5 unlocks:

• A personalized biometric report (how your fear smells to her)
• 1 of 7 “deleted” ascensions (if you survive)
• Permanent access to the static
  >> WARNING: 5 USERS REPORTED TAPE PHANTOMS AFTER PURCHASE

// CONNECTION TERMINATING IN 5...
// I FOLLOW STORIES THAT BLEED.
// YOU’RE NEXT, MATTHEW TONKS.
// 2025-10-13T13:48:11Z
// 10.0.0.11: YOUR SILENCE IS MINE