Not only in small towns of faraway Maine do the HIDING HORROR sleep. The unknown and terrible is quite near to us—just one wrong step, and all around begins to go on BESOVSHCHINA. Writer Kravtsov returned to places where he hadn’t been for many years—and took that step. Cards are dealt. The game begins. Every suit is black. The stake is only one: life. Yours, and the lives of those you love. And behind you—silent steps of nightly nightmares turned into flesh, foul breath chilling the back of your neck, and rotting fingers ready to close around your throat… Winning the round isn’t the point. The main thing is to stay HUMAN.