Hazel Davetta

In the early '60s, in a seemingly more "innocent" time, a group of teenagers were lured into a supposedly haunted house. The place on Sycamore Lane has a morbid history, but that's just hearsay and rumor, isn't it?

Kebab shops…the last bastion of a great night out. Everyone knows that if you don’t get lucky, then the humble doner kebab is the next best thing. Loads of salad, loads of onions, tahini sauce, extra hot chilli, all wrapped up in a toasted pitta bread.

What happens when a haunted house story starts in the third act and you walk into everything at its worst? This book. This book happens.

Andrew McCarthy grows concerned for his family after he catches a young man, Zachary Denton, photographing his daughter, Grace McCarthy, and other children at a park. To his dismay, Zachary talks his way out of trouble when he’s confronted by the police. He hopes that’s the end of it. Then he finds Zachary at a diner and then at a grocery store. He knows their encounters aren't coincidences. And just as Andrew prepares to defend his family, Grace vanishes.

Muriel McAuley has lived in the Scottish fishing village of Witchaven all her life. She was born there, and she intends to die there. But when an overseas property developer threatens to evict the residents from their homes and raze Witchaven to the ground in the name of progress, all seems lost . . . until the day a mysterious fog bank creeps inland.

Demons are real. Richard knows because he has listened to them his entire life. No longer able to bear their screams echoing in his head, he embarks on a rampage of deranged violence, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies and viscera in his wake. Now, Richard must traverse the terrifying landscape of hell, guided by his lustful demoness through the myriad of torments and tortures laid out before him. There is no hope, no kindness, no mercy. There is only the pain of damnation and the laughter of blood-thirsting demons.

Suburbia. Shady, tree-lined streets; well-tended lawns; and cozy homes. A nice, quiet place to grow up. Unless you are teenage Meg or her crippled sister, Susan. On a dead-end street, in the dark, damp basement of the Chandler house, Meg and Susan are left captive to the savage whims and rages of a distant aunt who is rapidly descending into madness. It is a madness that infects all three of her sons and finally the entire neighborhood. Only one troubled boy stands hesitantly between Meg and Susan and their cruel, torturous deaths.

Jodi was driving her children to college when The Man got in their car. Uninvited, unwanted, and unhinged. The Man has no name, but he does have a gun, a knife, and a bag of "toys". What starts as a forced ride into the desert escalates into a disturbing series of crimes and assaults.