Hautala creates thriller after thriller in a chilly Maine setting that pulsates with hidden dangers. His newest masterpiece of psychological terror tells of a madman who is stalking his own children . . . and no one can save them but the ghost of their murdered mother.
Since his first novel, Moondeath, was published in 1980, Rick Hautala's novels and stories have entertained millions of readers around the world. Now, as a companion volume to Bedbugs, his first career-spanning collection of short stories (Cemetery Dance Publications, 1999) Cemetery Dance is pro...
From the subway tunnels of Boston to the rain-swept streets of Quebec City to the deepest snow-filled forests of Hilton, Maine, no one in these chilling stories by horror master Rick Hautala is safe from the darkness or the dangerous things that lurk in the shadows. Waiting for us. Reaching for u...
Cooper Falls is a small, quiet New Hampshire town, the kind you'd miss if you blinked an eye. But when darkness falls and the full moon rises, an uneasy feeling filters through the air; an unnerving foreboding that causes the skin to prickle and the body to tense.Because faintly, from across the ...
He would have to come for him first. He also knew that, with the ground as wet as it was, he would leave tracks any idiot with a flashlight could follow. And Ben, while he might be crazy, certainly was no idiot. His best chance of survival, he decid...
Stinging pellets of ice beat like tiny bullets against Elizabeth’s face as she raced up the steps to the front door of the darkened house. All around, the night hung as if the storm clouds, heavily laden with snow, were pressing down on her, smothering her. She felt as though she had to fight her...
There was no denying the beauty and grandeur of Samael’s estate. Each spacious room looked to Claire like it came from the pages of a magazine. The living room ran the entire length of the house on the west side. It looked out on the vast lawn and bordering woods and the ocean beyond. The furnitu...
A fingernail slip of moon rode high in the western sky, lining the distant jagged edge of the White Mountains with faint silver. Dusty stars sprinkled the sky like powder on blue velvet as a brisk wind shifted across the land from the north, bringing with it the promise of approaching winter. Wit...