True horrors—forged in childhood trauma and carried in unwell minds—do walk among us. Some resonate in the back of our minds, festering, until they have enough power to break free.
 
To most, Anthony Morozov appeared to be a reserved scholar who excelled in occult and language, but behind his disheveled appearance lay a dark secret. Anthony possessed an obsession, an infatuation with the macabre and the deceased.
 
Anthony was drawn to cemeteries like a moth to a flame, seeking solace among the silent tombs, a place to ask his darkest questions. One day, Death answered.
 
It started with Holly.
 
The Blurry Man reveals how the deprivation of human connection can form into something sinister and how fragile the human heart really is.