Was it revulsion I felt? Perhaps some sort of sick fascination? No, not that. But something compelled me to follow. Rain-drenched and chilled to the bone, she arrives at the Countess’ castle. Like many before her, none of whom have returned, she’s determined to snuff out the horrors within. But could she ever be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags. Emily Carroll’s hair-raising tale, charged with eroticism, won’t just make your skin crawl, it will crawl underneath it.
