Idyllic memories. A perfect childhood. A secret buried for 30 years.

None of us could remember why we drifted apart. We spent our childhood marauding around our village in our little gang, coming of age, belonging, and getting into 'bother' as mum called it. But nothing bad ever really happened.

Or did it? Children see things that adults don't. It's as simple as that. Innocuous or bizarre coincidences aren't really that. Mysterious goings on can't really be shrugged away. There was something else happening, something terrible, but the adults were too busy doing life to see.

Thirty years later I started to remember - the school friends I hadn't thought of in all that time, people going missing - it was like I'd been made to forget. And then, the dreams started. Dreams that I knew I'd had before. Horrific dreams of fear and fire and death. Dreams of the Shadow Man, lurking behind it all, a terrifying ghost, an urban legend hanging over my home village like an evil spirit.

My memories were returning, haunted by the supernatural horror that was slowly unlocking them one by one. I realized we'd have to go back - back to Janey, because she never left - and to reunite with my friends, to face the Shadow Man once more.

The Shadow Man - a terrifying psychological horror thriller.

"A fantastic twisty horror tale such of the style of the moment, like The Chalk Man by C J Tudor." (Books and Emma blog)