A Southern Gothic Horror That Burrows Under Your Skin
Some roads don’t lead nowhere by accident.
When Cory Carter takes a shortcut through the backwoods of Georgia, he expects potholes and pine trees—not a storm, a ditch, and a house that shouldn't still be standing.
Inside, a soft-spoken woman named Miss Lenn offers coffee, shelter, and scripture. But something's off. The windows are nailed shut. The landline is dead. And the room she gives him? Already made.
As the hours turn to days, Cory’s memory blurs. His truck is gone. His name is written down. And the woman who welcomed him keeps asking questions like she already knows the answers.
What happens when Southern hospitality curdles into something predatory?
Can you still trust your instincts when your mind isn't your own?
And what if you're not the first to stay the night?
This is a standalone southern gothic thriller rooted in spiritual rot, decaying towns, and psychological unraveling. Each book is its own descent. Each story a trap you think you can outwalk.
For readers who like:
- The slow-burn suspense of Sharp Objects and Home Before Dark
- The atmospheric dread of The Ritual, Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke, and The Between
- Southern Gothic horror with religious undertones, moral decay, and no clean exits
- Psychological thrillers that trap you as much as their characters
Welcome to the places maps forget.
You’re just passing through. Right?
