Black Haven Farm

Death's Doorway To Hell

By: Roger David Francis

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

Black Haven Farm

When Karen answers a simple advert for an exercise bike, she has no reason to suspect anything is wrong. It is just a trip to a farmhouse in Great Barr. A favour from a friend. An hour, maybe two. She will be home by dark, or will she?

Black Haven Farm has been waiting for visitors like Karen. It has waited for years.

Crouching at the end of an unmarked lane, overlooked by the crumbling ruin of a Victorian asylum, the farmhouse has a patience all of its own. It chooses its tenants carefully. It chooses the lost, the broken, the wrong. And it never lets go.

Inside its walls lives a family like no other. Strange, violent, and utterly without mercy. They are exactly the kind of people the house has always wanted. And now Karen, her friend Heidi, and the two men who drove them here have walked willingly through the door.

What follows is a night of mounting terror that will strip away every certainty they have ever held. Rooms that should not exist. Voices in the dark. A presence so deeply embedded in the brickwork and the timber, that escape feels less like a possibility with every passing hour.

Black Haven Farm is not simply a house. It is something older, something patient, something that feeds on the wickedness of the people it shelters. And it has been feeding for a very long time.

Visceral, claustrophobic, and shot through with the kind of dread that builds slowly and never quite breaks, Black Haven Farm is North Wales horror at its darkest. If you enjoy the slow-burn supernatural menace of James Herbert, the rural gothic atmosphere of Ramsey Campbell, or the relentless tension of Peter James, Roger D. Francis will keep you reading long past midnight.

Close the book if you want. The house will still be there.