Something in Serling’s Cross isn’t right.
Adults lose their place mid-sentence. Familiar routines repeat at the wrong time. Conversations restart. Days feel slightly misaligned. Everyone blames the summer heat.
But the heat doesn’t explain the patterns. Only four teens seem to notice them.
When a new girl joins their group, her calm, literal way of seeing the world makes the fractures impossible to ignore. The patterns start to line up. Something is taking hold.
As the town sticks to easy explanations, the teens rely on one another in a place where memory slips, old shame surfaces, and something beneath it refuses to stay buried.
Serling’s Cross is a slow-burning psychological horror novel about growing up while the world quietly stops making sense. It is about the stories towns tell, the ones they hide, and the things they cannot keep buried.
