A short, brutal story where grief and isolation may be just as monstrous as anything lurking in the wilderness.

“1947” was my first venture into splatterpunk horror, and it wasn’t quite what I expected, but it was certainly a dark little journey with teeth.

At its core, this felt less about the gore and more about the humans: a dead mother, a broken father, a resentful son, and an unforgiving community. I kept second-guessing whether there really was a Yeti-like creature out there, but as damaged as Jack was, I never quite believed he was a cannibal. A monster in his own way? Absolutely. But grief can turn people into versions of themselves they barely recognize.

Charlie Dupré’s narration fit the bleak atmosphere of the story really well. His performance helped establish that sense of isolation and unease without overpowering the story itself.

As for the ending to the tale? Absolutely fitting.

📖 1947
✍️ K. D. Davies
🎙️ Charlie Dupré
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