Secret Park: a Novel of Relentless, Blood-soaked Horror

A lonely roadside park on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula shouldn’t exist. No entrance, no exit. Just rusting swings, decaying picnic tables, and a faded softball diamond cut off from the world.Horror writer David Mercer thought it would be the perfect curiosity to explore with his wife Rachel and their young son Tyler. He was wrong.The moment they set foot past the shifting, crumbling fence, they’re trapped in a nightmare of blood and ritual. The paths twist back on themselves. Cell phones die. The highway is visible, but unreachable. And when the sun sets, the Keepers come.Servants of something older than Satan himself, the Keepers enforce the Park’s single rule: one sacrifice at sundown. Every day. Forever.David refuses to watch innocents dragged screaming to a crude pentagram carved in mud. Even as the Keepers close in with black teeth and chanting voices, even as Rachel bleeds and Tyler cries in terror, David knows they’ll have to fight. Break the rules. Ruin the ritual.Because the Park feeds on obedience. On fear. On blood.If they can’t destroy its dark magic before sunset, they’ll die screaming, just more meat for the mud.SECRET PARK is a relentless, gore-soaked descent into backwoods terror, a novel for fans of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary, John Saul’s Punish the Sinners, and Dean Koontz’s Phantoms.Dare to enter. Pray you can leave.