"A horrific thrill-ride as could've been penned by the late, great Donald Westlake. Spare prose, hardboiled characters, dancing to a high-octane Lovecraftian beat." —Nick Cutter, author of The Troop
When a crew of graverobbers targets an ancient mausoleum, they find themselves pursued through a labyrinth by something more than shadow and less than human.
This cinematic, psychological horror debut by an award-winning screenwriter is perfect for fans of Mark Z. Danielewski, Chuck Wendig, and Paul Tremblay.
Remember or die.
They should have known. There were signs. The groundskeeper’s warning, the little boy locked in the attic, all those missing persons posters… but there’s good money in robbing graves, and Alexis and her crew aren’t big believers in anything they can’t touch or kill.
Deep in the Joplin cemetery’s underbelly, they find uncountable halls and swirling tentacles of fathomless non-directions, all looping back to a windowless cabin surrounded by bones. When the staircase behind them seemingly vanishes, looting becomes secondary to survival.
That body on the floor—was that somehow their doing? Have they been through this hallway before? Some memories are swallowed, down here in the dark. Others, long buried, are regurgitated.
Plagued by rising tensions, impossible visions of past trauma, and an entity dubbed “The Lurker” that hunts them from just beyond their dying light, Alexis and her friends must figure out what’s happening and escape before it’s too late… or lose their minds trying.
Brilliant, original, the haunt that creeps at the edges of drowsy eyes: this lightning-quick read will speed past like a terrifying movie in your head. Joplin is a hungry mouth. Soon, you’ll meet its teeth.
