Not only in small towns far in the state of Maine does an AWOKENED TERROR sleep. The unknown and horrifying is right next to us—one wrong step, and around starts pure devilry.
Writer Kravtsov returned to places he hadn’t been to for years—and made that step.
Cards are dealt. The game begins. All suits are black. Only one stake: life. Yours and the lives of those you love. And behind your back—silent footsteps of nightmares given flesh, the foul breath chills the back of your neck, and rotting fingers are ready to close around your throat…
Winning the round isn’t the main thing. The main thing is to remain HUMAN.