Descend. Tell the truth. Or it keeps you.
1984. Crestwood, Pennsylvania.
Eighteen-year-old Kyle Mercer finds a door hidden in the barn floor. His name is burned into the wood from underneath. The date carved beside it is the year he’s living in.
Beneath the door is the Hollow—something that woke during the 1947 mine collapse. It breathes in the dark. It marks people for what they refuse to face.
Descend. Tell the truth. Or it keeps you.
The Hollow doesn’t want the version you’re willing to admit. It wants what you buried so deep you barely recognize it—the relief you felt when someone suffered, the part of you that was glad when it stopped.
Kyle’s father is dead, and Kyle can’t remember the night he died. Now the mark on Kyle’s hand is spreading, and the door is calling him down.
Psychological horror with a literary edge—for fans of Paul Tremblay, Ronald Malfi, and Jennifer McMahon.
