Dive into the darkness of my psychological horror novels
Prepare to be thrilled, to question reality, and to find yourself eagerly awaiting the next turn of the page. Welcome to the world of psychological horror, crafted to linger long after you've finished reading.
My psychological horror novels are crafted to pull you into narratives where the true terror lies not in what you see, but in what you imagine. Each story is a journey into the unsettling depths of the human mind, blurring the lines between reality and delusion. If you enjoy a good fright that makes you think, then these books are for you. Prepare to question everything you know.
My novels are for anyone who thrives on suspense, enjoys delving into complex characters, and appreciates a plot that twists and turns unexpectedly. If you love the psychological horror genre, you'll find stories that resonate, challenge, and keep you on the edge of your seat. Join a community of readers who appreciate a narrative that goes beyond jump scares, focusing instead on the chilling whispers of the mind.
My greatest hope is that after finishing one of my psychological horror novels, you'll be left with a profound sense of anticipation, eager to immerse yourself in the next story. I strive to create lasting impressions, moments that stay with you, and an insatiable desire to explore more of the worlds I build. Prepare to become addicted to the thrill of the unknown.
Rowan Hale has spent 7 years trying to forget the night her brother Jonah fell from the railway bridge.
The night she can’t fully remember.
The night everyone insists was an accident — except the part of her mind that whispers it wasn’t.
Rowan’s memories begin to fracture in ways she can’t control. Hallucinations bleed into reality. Familiar faces twist into strangers. Events seem to alter and she begins to doubt her own memory, and faces the possibility that she could be capable of violence.
As Rowan pieces together the missing hours of her life, she begins to fear the truth more than the gaps.
Why are her memories different to what people detail or completely lost?
Why do strangers speak to her as if they know her?
Why does she feel watched even when she’s alone?
And the question she can’t outrun:
What if she was responsible for Jonah’s fall?
What if the violence she fears… is already inside her?
When Rowan finally remembers what happened on the bridge, the truth is far more terrifying than anything she imagined — and far closer than she ever realised.
Because memory isn’t just something she’s lost.
It’s something that’s been taken.
And it’s coming back.
When the Price family moves into 12 Briarwick Lane, they expect a fresh start.
What they find instead is a house that watches. A house that listens.
A house that remembers every family who has ever stepped inside.
Strange noises echo through the walls.
Shadows shift where no one stands.
And the youngest daughter, Maddie, begins to sense something beneath the floors — something old, patient, and hungry.
As the house tightens its grip, the Prices are drawn into a web of secrets buried deep in the town’s history.
Whispers of missing children.
A vanished family.
A door that should never be opened.
To survive, Maddie must uncover the truth about Briarwick Lane before the house decides she belongs to it… forever.
A haunting, atmospheric tale of family, folklore, and the places that refuse to let us go — perfect for fans of slow‑burn dread and modern gothic horror.
Five strangers receive inheritance letters from someone they have never met.
Each is summoned to a decaying manor on the edge of a forgotten village.
None of them expect the orchard.
Ancient.
Hungry.
Watching.
What begins as a strange inheritance quickly becomes a descent into a world of whispered rituals, bone‑white shadows, and a legacy that refuses to stay buried. As the chosen heirs are drawn deeper into the orchard’s secrets, they must confront the truths they’ve spent their lives avoiding — and the orchard never asks gently.
Bound by old rules and older hungers, the house waits for one of them to rise.
The orchard waits for one of them to fall.
And beneath the roots, something patient and powerful begins to stir.
In a place where memory has teeth and the trees remember every name, they must decide what they are willing to sacrifice to survive the choosing… and what the orchard has already decided for them.
A story of inheritance, transformation, and the quiet horror of being seen too clearly — The Bone Orchard Heir invites you into a world where the past is never dead. It’s only waiting.
Every thirty years, under the first full moon of winter, the Census‑taker walks the valley with his silver lantern and his ancient ledger. Inside it, every name is marked with a status no one can explain: VERIFIED, UNVERIFIED, PENDING, DUPLICATE ENTRY DETECTED.
Most people pretend the Census is just old folklore.
Chloe Hart and Tyler Grant don’t have that luxury.
When their history teacher assigns a project on local traditions, they choose the Moonlight Census as a joke — something spooky to break up the winter monotony. But the deeper they dig, the stranger the records become. Names shift between visits. People who should be VERIFIED are suddenly UNACCOUNTED FOR. And one abandoned house at the crossroads keeps answering knocks no one makes.
Then Chloe finds the ledger’s newest entry.
HART, CHLOE — STATUS: UNVERIFIED
What began as a school project is now a countdown.
The Census is returning.
And this time, it’s not just checking names — it’s correcting them.
Ava used to know who she was.
Now the world only knows her as Avalon.
Plucked from obscurity and rebuilt by a ruthless label, Avalon is everything the charts demand: flawless voice, perfect body, carefully curated personality. Every outfit approved. Every word scripted. Every emotion market‑tested.
Somewhere under the wigs, the choreography and the auto‑tuned interviews, Ava is still there—watching her own life from behind the glass, trying to remember what it felt like to sing because she wanted to, not because a contract said she had to.
On the final night of her sold‑out tour, she sees him. Front row. Unmoving.
Staring straight at her like he’s the only one in the arena who knows her real name. Ava.
After the show, the messages start. Old polaroid photos left for her. Texts from an unknown number.
As the label tightens its grip and the world demands more of the persona she’s starting to hate, the messages grow bolder, more intimate, more unsettling. Whoever he is, he’s getting closer—to the truth she’s buried and the girl she used to be.
But in a life where everything is manufactured, edited, and sold, Ava has to ask herself:
Is he the only real thing she has left… Or just another story someone else is writing for her?
Pop Idol is a dark, compulsive story about fame, control, and the terrifying moment you realise the world loves a version of you that might destroy the real one.