You wake in darkness.
The walls are too close. The air is too thin. And the dirt presses against your coffin like a second skin.

Every sound is muffled. Every breath is borrowed. Memories slip away like smoke, leaving you with only fragments—names, faces, something you can’t quite hold. A ritual? A punishment? Or a test you were never meant to pass?

But this is only the beginning. Because survival doesn’t mean freedom.
When the coffin opens, the real nightmare begins.

Buried Voices is a claustrophobic descent into body horror and psychological dread—the first step into a series where nothing is certain, not even your own mind.

Perfect for fans of House of Leaves, Bird Box, and Black Mirror.