It is not only in the small towns of the distant state of Maine that HIDDEN HORROR slumbers. The unknown and the terrible are very close to us; it takes only one step in the wrong direction, and DEMONIC THINGS begin to happen all around.
Writer Kravtsov returned to places he had not been to for many years โ and took that step.
The cards are dealt. The game begins. All suits are black. There is only one stake: life. Yours and those you love. And behind your back are the soundless footsteps of nightmarish horrors made flesh, foul breath chills the back of your neck, and rotting fingers are ready to close around your throat... Winning the game is not the main thing. The main thing is to remain HUMAN.