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You've probably seen this story recced elsewhere already, still, I enjoyed it, and there's no shame in seconding other people's recs after all.
I'm glad I read The Wrong End of the Story by Julad and Calico in broad summer daylight and not at night in midwinter. It was still creepy as hell. In a good way, of course. Horror isn't my favorite genre (like, I've never read Martha's Unsleeping, no matter how often I've seen it recommended), but this story is sort of psychological horror, not a monster story.