They never caught itDuring the winter of 2017, a series of strange occurrences took place in a small town of northern Maine. A rational explanation for what happened has still not been presented. Now, for the first time, all the available written evidence is being released to the public from what is commonly know as the Freyston case.Human Flesh was originally published in Danish to great reviews, and is now available in English. This dark winter horror story will also satisfy crime lovers, as the plot is told through written evidence in a fictitious murder case. For fans of Hannibal Lecter and Pet Sematary.REVIEWS"great, mysterious and creepy ... I couldn't put it down"★★★★★ Adventures of a Book Nerd"all the planning it must have taken to put the story together is impressive. And the effect is enormous. It gave me chills and I still feel it"★★★★★ Bookish Love AffairEXCERPT“Has he had any other episodes since then?” I asked.“A bunch,” Martin said. “Most of the time he’s just gone for a couple of seconds or so. My dad has been keeping an eye on him ever since that New Year’s Eve.”“Then why do you think it’s PTSD?”“Because it always happens in the winter. I think the cold reminds him of your grandma and—” Martin broke off at this point and threw a look at me. “You know how she died, right?”I nodded.“He never told anyone around here about it,” Martin went on. “We only know the story through rumors. How did he say she died exactly?”I was kind of surprised Martin would ask me that directly. I told him she died from cold in a cabin they had come by to seek shelter.“From cold,” he repeated thoughtfully.“Yes, from cold,” I said. “What else would she have died from?”Martin bit his lip. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk anymore about it.”“It’s kind of too late now,” I said.“All right, listen. You might as well hear it from me. There are certain rumors going about. Some people think your grandpa killed your grandma.”It honestly made me laugh. “That’s ridiculous. He loved her more than anything.” When Martin didn’t reply, I crossed my arms and asked him: “Why on earth would he have killed her?”“To survive, of course. There was this whole case concerning the plane crash. Your grandpa was detained by the Canadian police for like three months before he was allowed to return home. He was the sole survivor, so no one could really confirm what he said had happened.”“Why would that need to be confirmed? He had nothing to lie about!”“The police apparently thought your grandma was murdered by someone. They never found her body, you know. I guess that’s kind of weird.”“Yeah, well, it doesn’t mean he killed her,” I told him—I probably sounded pretty angry by now, because I was.“Listen, I’m on your side,” he said. “I’m just telling you what people are saying. I’ve known your grandpa my whole life, and I don’t think for a second he could hurt anyone.

Publication Year: 2019