Barnaby

He just needed a friend.

Mary Ashford is running out of time.
Her six-year-old son is fading-slipping further away with every passing day-and nothing the doctors do can bring him back.

Then she finds the bear.

Hidden inside a decaying coastal curio shop, it's old... heavy... and wrong in a way she can't explain. The shopkeeper calls it by name.

Barnaby.

That night, everything changes.

Hallin laughs again.
Talks again.
Sleeps peacefully for the first time in months.

It feels like a miracle.

Until the house begins to rot.

A metallic stench seeps through the walls.
Dark fluid bleeds from the ceiling.
And at night... Hallin whispers to something only he can hear.

Because Barnaby isn't a toy.

It's hollow.

And it's learning.

Watching.
Growing.
Becoming.

The doors seal.
The walls breathe.
The house tightens around them.

And Barnaby is hungry.

Some things don't haunt.

They replace.

Perfect for fans of relentless, high-intensity horror, Barnaby is a brutal descent into possession, transformation, and the terror of losing the ones you love... piece by piece.

From the author of Vanity