WRITERS WANTED

I hope you enjoy the stories that I share on this webpage. 

I am delighted to see the number of readers on this blog is increasing, and I hope that I have captured the imagination of my fellow Horror buffs. 

As I intend to expand into an Audio series on platforms such as YouTube, it would be wonderful to hear some of your own stories. 

Unfortunately, at this stage I am unable to offer financial compensation for your stories however as advertising revenue and monetized YouTube content is something I wish to explore in the future, the possibility to earn or even partner up on "Flash Fear" is something on the horizon. 

If you are interested then please contact admin@mysteryconfidential.com to discuss potential collaboration. 

Thank You All. Stay Scared! 

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