Andrew Van Wey

When you bury your past, make sure that it's dead. It's the mid-nineties. Grunge and flannel are fading as the Spice Girls and Hot Topic conquer the malls. Cherry gloss glistens on the lips of the youth. Modems hiss as America comes online. And in a fog-drenched cove at the edge of New England, something terrible awakens when a fisherman reels in a gruesome catch: the remains of a young woman. Remains still pulsing with furious life. For Megan Monroe and her friends, this is how their nightmare begins: a wet whisper over their shoulder, a dark hand reaching out from the edge of their sight, and a name clawing at the back of their minds. A young woman scratched from their memory. To stop this devouring terror, Megan will need to mend broken friendships and reassemble her fractured past, for what stalks them hungers to remake itself in their image... piece by bloody piece. Dig into the haunted past with Head Like a Hole, a novel of malignant secrets, shattered friendships, and twisted bodily horror.

A Novel of Horror

Head Like a Hole

Will every section be titled as a song from that era

Amanda Autumn Berrey

I thought this was supposed to take place in the nineties. Tesla was founded in 2003

“Blue Tesla, black Range Rover, black Tesla, blue… Subaru. Here we go.”

Once, when they were tipsy and frisky in bed, he had asked her which personality he was inside. She laughed and bit his shoulder and cried quietly later.

Writing Head Like a Hole became a time capsule project, one that taught me as much about my own mind and memories as it did about the shattered psyche of poor Megan Monroe.

And yet, as I revisited the nineties while writing Head Like a Hole, I had to fight my desire to look back on the past with a love-drunk gaze.

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