
The Woods Hide More Than Secrets—They Hide Death The trees swallowed me whole, their twisted branches closing in like a trap. I came out broken but alive. Barely. Now, I’m back, searching for answers about the monster who turned my life into a nightmare. They call him "The Woodsman," but I’ve seen his work up close. And I found his graveyard—a hidden clearing filled with the skeletal remains of his victims. I was almost one of them. My discovery has made me his target again, but he won’t stop there. He’s coming after someone I care about, twisting the knife deeper with every move. I’m done being the victim. If he wants a game, I’ll give him one he won’t forget. Out here, it’s kill or be killed, and the line between predator and prey is razor-thin. Can I stop him before he takes another life? Or will I lose myself completely in the pursuit of vengeance? "I Left Shadows in the Woods" is a brutal fight for survival where justice blurs into something darker.
Author

I write horror and some very dark thrillers. So I invariably wake up in the middle of the night, because I've figured out yet another twisted way to mess with my already screwed up characters. I'm interested in some weird stuff. That's probably also one of the reasons I write horror. I'm deep, dark and seriously twisted.