"Whatever you do, don't look behind the wallpaper. It’s breathing."
For months, Julian has lived a nightmare trapped inside his decaying ancestral home. Every night, as the house plunges into pitch blackness, the walls come alive. A wet, rhythmic scratching echoes from the crawlspaces, the sound of something heavy, malformed, and starving, dragging itself through the timber. It whispers his name in a voice like wet gravel, tearing at the drywall with splintered claws.
The air tastes of copper and rot. The shadows move with terrifying intent. Convinced that a predatory, inhuman entity is hunting him from the dark, Julian arms himself with a heavy iron meat cleaver, vowing to hunt the monster down before it rips him apart piece by piece.
He can hear it breathing right behind the plaster. He can see its gray, elongated hands groping through the floorboards.
He just has to cut it out.
A harrowing, relentlessly gruesome psychological horror novel that keeps you guessing until the final, shattering drop of blood reveals a terror far closer to home.