Come take a walk through the garden gate. Some paths don’t lead forward. They lead back to what you buried, and what’s been waiting.
After years away, Helen returns to the Chesterfield Gorge for one last breath of peace.
But the woods feel wrong. Time shifts. and the river remembers.
Something down in the gorge is watching, waiting, quiet, patient and familiar.
From the author of The Bloom Trilogy comes a slow-burn psychological horror story rooted in memory, grief, and a place that never lets go. The Gorge is not loud. It doesn’t chase. It waits.
Hi guys, I’m Angie, author of The Bloom Trilogy, stories born from inherited horror, haunted towns, and secrets that don’t stay buried. I write about what lingers. What grows roots. And what waits patiently to be remembered.
I write where beauty and brutality overlap, where the past never stays buried, no matter how deep you think you’ve covered it.
My work is inspired by real places and real fears, usually in the shadowed corners of New England. My stories always seem to wander back to old woods, quiet towns, and things that should have stayed asleep.
When I’m not writing, you’ll usually find me riding my Harley or getting lost in the woods with my dog Malu, my favorite place to be.