On the night of June, 30, 1995, in Springdale, Georgia, David Conway relaxes on the balcony of his new home. To his delight, the night is alive with thunder and lightning. When he spots four cloaked figures burying something in his neighbor’s backyard, he takes a closer look through his telescope. To his horror he discovers they’re burying the dismembered body of his neighbor. Before he can phone for help, they spot him, and so begins a long, agonizing night of mortal combat. It’s a war between an innocent man and a band of rampaging Satanists, a horrendous, age-old battle of good versus evil.

David Conway, amateur astronomer, chess enthusiast, and family man, finds himself not only fighting for his life, but for the lives of his wife and five-year-old daughter. As the hours crawl by and the carnage continues, no one―not the sheriff, his deputies, or even the FBI―can protect them.

So says the back of my book. The inspiration for Stalkers came to me after having a vivid, hair-raising nightmare. I decided to keep the entire narrative of the book like a never-ending nightmare. So you might say, my nightmare becomes your nightmare.