Fray

THE BONE-CHILLING SUSPENSE STORY EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT

Months after my father went missing, I found a map among his belongings. In the desperate hope it might lead me to him, I followed it to a cottage, standing alone in the remote Scottish Highland wilderness.

He’d been here, but there was no sign of him now. Instead, I discovered thousands of terrifying scraps of paper strewn on the cottage floor, detailing his frenzied attempts to find his wife – my mother – who died before his disappearance.

Resolving to leave, I fell into an exhausted sleep then woke to an unreal shock: a new note, in Dad’s handwriting, pleading with me to stay.

I am not gone. Mum is not gone. We are here. We are hidden.