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- ISBN8231903825
- EAN9798231903825
- Date de parution22/08/2025
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- ÉditeurWalzone Press
Résumé
Every night at 12:03 a.m., the knocking begins. Three soft taps at the bedroom window. No more. No less. For Daniel Mercer, a reclusive writer drowning in grief after the sudden death of his wife, Eleanor, it starts as a whisper in the dark, a sound he can dismiss, deny, bury. But the figure in the shadows grows clearer with each passing night. Taller. Closer. Watching. Waiting. When he discovers Eleanor's hidden journal, her final entries unravel the fragile reality he's clung to.
She saw the man in the black coat, too. She knew he wasn't human. And her last warning chills him to the bone: "Don't trust the visitor. Don't let him in. He's not here for me. He's here for you."As Daniel descends into the suffocating silence of the house on Hemlock Lane, he uncovers a tape, a garden grave, and a reflection that doesn't move when he does. The truth claws its way out not in screams, but in whispers, in memories, in the slow collapse of denial.
The midnight visitor isn't a ghost. He's not a hallucination. He's something far more terrifying: a consequence. A mirror. A living embodiment of guilt too long buried. With each chapter, the walls breathe, the clocks lie, and the line between the dead and the guilty blurs. The visitor doesn't want to kill Daniel. He wants him to remember. To confess. To choose: join the dead or become the next one to knock.
Blending the psychological depth of guilt with the creeping dread of supernatural horror, Midnight Visitor is a chilling descent into the soul of a broken man - and the horrifying realization that the most dangerous visitor doesn't come from the outside. He comes from within. A story in the tradition of Stephen King, this novel grips from the first page with atmospheric tension, shocking revelations, and a twist so devastating it lingers long after the final knock fades into silence.
What waits in the dark may not be a monster. It may be you.
She saw the man in the black coat, too. She knew he wasn't human. And her last warning chills him to the bone: "Don't trust the visitor. Don't let him in. He's not here for me. He's here for you."As Daniel descends into the suffocating silence of the house on Hemlock Lane, he uncovers a tape, a garden grave, and a reflection that doesn't move when he does. The truth claws its way out not in screams, but in whispers, in memories, in the slow collapse of denial.
The midnight visitor isn't a ghost. He's not a hallucination. He's something far more terrifying: a consequence. A mirror. A living embodiment of guilt too long buried. With each chapter, the walls breathe, the clocks lie, and the line between the dead and the guilty blurs. The visitor doesn't want to kill Daniel. He wants him to remember. To confess. To choose: join the dead or become the next one to knock.
Blending the psychological depth of guilt with the creeping dread of supernatural horror, Midnight Visitor is a chilling descent into the soul of a broken man - and the horrifying realization that the most dangerous visitor doesn't come from the outside. He comes from within. A story in the tradition of Stephen King, this novel grips from the first page with atmospheric tension, shocking revelations, and a twist so devastating it lingers long after the final knock fades into silence.
What waits in the dark may not be a monster. It may be you.
Every night at 12:03 a.m., the knocking begins. Three soft taps at the bedroom window. No more. No less. For Daniel Mercer, a reclusive writer drowning in grief after the sudden death of his wife, Eleanor, it starts as a whisper in the dark, a sound he can dismiss, deny, bury. But the figure in the shadows grows clearer with each passing night. Taller. Closer. Watching. Waiting. When he discovers Eleanor's hidden journal, her final entries unravel the fragile reality he's clung to.
She saw the man in the black coat, too. She knew he wasn't human. And her last warning chills him to the bone: "Don't trust the visitor. Don't let him in. He's not here for me. He's here for you."As Daniel descends into the suffocating silence of the house on Hemlock Lane, he uncovers a tape, a garden grave, and a reflection that doesn't move when he does. The truth claws its way out not in screams, but in whispers, in memories, in the slow collapse of denial.
The midnight visitor isn't a ghost. He's not a hallucination. He's something far more terrifying: a consequence. A mirror. A living embodiment of guilt too long buried. With each chapter, the walls breathe, the clocks lie, and the line between the dead and the guilty blurs. The visitor doesn't want to kill Daniel. He wants him to remember. To confess. To choose: join the dead or become the next one to knock.
Blending the psychological depth of guilt with the creeping dread of supernatural horror, Midnight Visitor is a chilling descent into the soul of a broken man - and the horrifying realization that the most dangerous visitor doesn't come from the outside. He comes from within. A story in the tradition of Stephen King, this novel grips from the first page with atmospheric tension, shocking revelations, and a twist so devastating it lingers long after the final knock fades into silence.
What waits in the dark may not be a monster. It may be you.
She saw the man in the black coat, too. She knew he wasn't human. And her last warning chills him to the bone: "Don't trust the visitor. Don't let him in. He's not here for me. He's here for you."As Daniel descends into the suffocating silence of the house on Hemlock Lane, he uncovers a tape, a garden grave, and a reflection that doesn't move when he does. The truth claws its way out not in screams, but in whispers, in memories, in the slow collapse of denial.
The midnight visitor isn't a ghost. He's not a hallucination. He's something far more terrifying: a consequence. A mirror. A living embodiment of guilt too long buried. With each chapter, the walls breathe, the clocks lie, and the line between the dead and the guilty blurs. The visitor doesn't want to kill Daniel. He wants him to remember. To confess. To choose: join the dead or become the next one to knock.
Blending the psychological depth of guilt with the creeping dread of supernatural horror, Midnight Visitor is a chilling descent into the soul of a broken man - and the horrifying realization that the most dangerous visitor doesn't come from the outside. He comes from within. A story in the tradition of Stephen King, this novel grips from the first page with atmospheric tension, shocking revelations, and a twist so devastating it lingers long after the final knock fades into silence.
What waits in the dark may not be a monster. It may be you.
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