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Writer Ben Bukman suddenly finds himself at the center of an investigation into a series of murders that reproduce the events of his new novel with striking accuracy. To clear his name, he’ll have to look into the darkest corners of his own memory and confront the grim legacy of his family, which holds unspeakable horror.
Ben Bukman—an accomplished author of horror bestsellers— is preparing to release a new book called “The Scarecrow.” On the eve of its release, detective Mills is sent to the scene of a monstrous crime: an unknown killer murdered an entire family and stitched the bodies into cocoons made of corn husks—exactly like in Bukman’s manuscript. When more people die in a similar way, the investigation draws an obvious conclusion: the main suspect is the writer himself.
But there’s one strange thing—Ben doesn’t remember how he managed to finish the novel in just three days. He’s only sure he was working on it in Blackwood— the estate he inherited from his grandfather, surrounded by a bad reputation. He wrote in the atrium—a room he was strictly forbidden to enter as a child—among endless rows of unusual books with no titles, marked only by numbers. The further Ben untangles the story of Blackwood, the clearer he understands: perhaps he has set something ancient and sinister free— something that had been locked within the walls of the estate for a long time. And whatever it is, it won’t be limited to the nightmare left behind on the pages of “The Scarecrow.”