Episode Thirteen


By Craig DiLouie

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From the macabre mind of a Bram Stoker Award-nominated author, this heart-pounding novel of horror and psychological suspense takes a ghost hunting reality TV crew into a world they could never have imagined.

Fade to Black is the newest hit ghost hunting reality TV show. Led by husband and wife team Matt and Claire Kirklin, it delivers weekly hauntings investigated by a dedicated team of ghost hunting experts.

Episode Thirteen takes them to every ghost hunter's holy grail: the Paranormal Research Foundation. This brooding, derelict mansion holds secrets and clues about bizarre experiments that took place there in the 1970s. It's also famously haunted, and the team hopes their scientific techniques and high tech gear will prove it. But as the house begins to reveal itself to them, proof of an afterlife might not be everything Matt dreamed of. A story told in broken pieces, in tapes, journals, and correspondence, this is the story of Episode Thirteen—and how everything went terribly, horribly wrong.

"An epistolary descent into a living nightmare . . . well-written and genuinely unsettling. Fans of paranormal documentaries, ghost-hunting shows, and found-footage horror will lose their minds over this one." —Kealan Patrick Burke, Bram Stoker Award winning author of Kin

“A beautiful Russian doll of a story… Episode Thirteen hooks you, creeps you out, and then it overwhelms you. It’s House of Leaves meets Haunting of Hill House, in all the best possible ways.”—Peter Clines, NYT bestselling author of The Broken Room

For more from Craig DiLouie, check out:

The Children of Red Peak
Our War
One of Us


I believe that if we are to make any real progress in the psychic investigation, we must do it with scientific apparatus and in a scientific manner, just as we do in medicine, electricity, chemistry, and other fields.

—Thomas Alva Edison, interview with Scientific American, 1920


Foundation House in Denton, Virginia, is the most documented haunting in American history. Countless media have sought to explain the bizarre events that occurred in the autumn of 2016 during the shooting of Fade to Black’s now legendary Episode 13.

So why this book?

The problem with Foundation House is that the haunting is so well documented. The amount of data is vast, requiring countless hours to consume. Even so, I find it amazing how much information supports events that stubbornly remain occluded in mystery, as they are so startingly impossible and have proven irreplicable.

As a result of this, another problem is that the haunting’s veracity has become deeply contentious. Most literature covering the bizarre events at Foundation House is heavily biased, aiming from the outset to either propagandize belief in the haunting or debunk it step-by-step.

This book was written for the open minded with a highly curated but neutral, documentarian approach. I sifted the vast trove of information and edited it down to a straightforward and digestible narrative.

The narrative is presented without judgment, accepting the authenticity of what is presented on its face value while leaving it entirely up to the reader to decide whether to believe or not. And it takes an approach of combining transcripts of audiovisual media with written documents, resulting in what might best be described as a written documentary.

For me, this involved deciding what to include and just as critically what to leave out. Readers will note the extensive material focusing on the participants in the haunting—the paranormal investigators and staff of Fade to Black, who recorded it all—notably their journal entries. I felt this was important so you can experience the events through their eyes.

In these pages, we see their wants, pressures, strengths, and flaws. If nothing else, the events at Foundation House present a fascinating study in the psychology of terror, the pursuit of knowledge at all costs, and the madness that results when the human mind is confronted by a miracle that resists comprehension.

In the end, I became as obsessed with framing the story of Fade to Black’s Episode 13 as the paranormal investigators displayed in creating it. The result is a book that is a rabbit hole about a rabbit hole. An invitation to explore it yourself while experiencing everything its trailblazers felt and witnessed.

And then make up your own mind whether to believe.

Welcome to Foundation House.

Fade to Black Website

Page: “The Team”

Matt Kirklin, Lead Investigator

Hi, I’m Matt Kirklin, paranormal investigator. Welcome to my bio.

I’m not going to tell you about where I worked or went to school. I want to tell you about my imaginary childhood friend who turned out to be something else.

The time I first learned about death.

My life had just turned upside down. Mom and Dad had packed my whole life into cardboard boxes so it could be moved to a new house in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. Only a little downstate, but for ten-year-old me, it was like moving to another planet.

We were going to Grandma’s house.

At her viewing, my grandmother had looked lifelike yet deflated without her soul. I pictured a balloon with all the air let out and replaced with sawdust.

“You should say goodbye,” Mom told me.

I didn’t know what to feel. I hadn’t really known her. She’d always been cold to me, and I’d convinced myself she didn’t like me.

Her house had a lot of old-fashioned furniture in every room with patterned pillows and glass knickknacks everywhere. When we’d visit and I’d end up in the same room with her, she’d keep an eye on me to make sure I didn’t break anything.

I felt like a tourist in a hostile country. The worst part was Mom always went along with it. She became a different person around her mother. To my ten-year-old mind, this was frank betrayal. At Grandma’s house, she’d turn cold and watchful too, and I’d get angry and sullen imagining everybody ganging up on me.

Mostly, I stayed outside. The house backed onto woods, where I could explore and invent stories. In the winter, though, sometimes it was too cold, and I’d be stuck in the house for most of the day with my books and drawing pads and LEGO sets.

Standing in front of the open casket, Mom tugged my hand. “Say goodbye to your grandmother, Matt.”

Usually a warm if looming presence, Mom wept and seemed distant.

“Goodbye, Grandma.” Then I imagined her soul was still here, watching me like a hawk, so I added, “Thanks for making me cookies.”

By the time we arrived at Grandma’s house to start our new lives there, it had been emptied. Like her soul, everything that defined her house had gone somewhere else, leaving a hollow shell. The rooms still smelled like her, though, just a hint of bitterness.

Mom seemed both sad and happy. “I grew up here, Matt.”

This time, we weren’t visiting. From now on, this would be my home. Because we’d moved in the middle of June, I hadn’t been able to make any friends at my new school before it locked its doors for the summer.

As I always did, I went outside and played in the woods, inventing stories.

That’s when I first saw the girl.

Walking back at the end of the day, the sky glooming with twilight, I spotted the pale face shining like a candle in my bedroom window.

When I blinked, she was gone.

That night, after I went to bed, she climbed in next to me and whispered, “I want you to be my friend.”

Half-asleep, I said, “Okay.”

Several times, her coughing woke me up. It would start as a rattle, the kind of involuntary dry cough that sounds like an engine trying to start. I could hear it in my dreams. Then it turned into a wet, violent hacking, alarming and sad, the desperate choking of somebody who is drowning.

The next day, I stayed in my room hoping to see her, but I grew bored just sitting there on my bed, so I played with my PlayStation for a while, and then after that I started to build a robot with my LEGOs.

When I looked up, she was there, kneeling on the carpet.

She was around my age, maybe a little younger, cute but frail looking. A lot of her cuteness came from the bonnet she wore, along with an old-fashioned Revolutionary War dress.

“What’s your name?” I said.

“I’m Tammy. You’re Matt.”

“You woke me up last night coughing. You were so cold.”

“I’ve been sick, but Mommy says I’ll get better soon.”

“Where do you live?”

“At the house next door.”

“Do you want to play LEGO with me?”

And just like that, we became friends. Because Tammy wasn’t allowed to play outside, I spent a lot of time in my room. Mom didn’t like that. She’d hear me talking and come in to find me alone, as Tammy vanished whenever grownups were around.

When she caught me stealing a bottle of NyQuil from the closet, she became furious. “What are you doing with this?”

I said nothing.

“Were you going to drink it?”


“Then what? Tell me. This is medicine, Matt. You don’t play with it.”

“It’s for my friend.”

“What friend?”

“Tammy. She’s really sick.”

Mom’s scary when she’s mad. She’d get what I’d call evil eyes. Her face would turn into an angry mask. I’d feel helpless, cast out, alone.

This time, her face became a Medusa mask of fury.

“That’s not funny, Matthew.”

I started crying. “It’s true. She’s real.”

Mom took me to our new family doctor.

“Six out of ten kids between the ages of three and eight have an imaginary friend,” the doctor said. “He’s a little old for one, but it’s perfectly normal.”

“His imaginary friend told him to take medicine from the closet,” Mom said.

“You told me it wasn’t for him but his friend.”

“He doesn’t go outside. He just stays in his room playing with LEGOs, puzzles, and board games.”

“Tammy doesn’t like PlayStation,” I explained.

“He’s not the same boy. It’s like he’s regressing.”

“Tammy’s favorite is puzzles.”

The doctor smiled. “He’ll grow out of—”

“Stop it, Matt.” She was so angry, she scared me and I think the doctor a little.

When we got home, I went to my room, only for her to call me back to the kitchen, where she started making dinner.

“You can watch TV in the living room. Or better yet, go outside.”

I stuck around the living room for a while, but the angry rattling in the kitchen made me nervous, so I went out. In the backyard, I checked my bedroom window, but no face appeared, so I went back in.

A dark shape stood in the hallway.

“Where are you going?” Mom eyed me from the kitchen.

Skipping past, I yelled, “I have to pee!”

In the hallway, Tammy whispered in my ear. Told me what to do.

I went to the kitchen. “Mom?”

She placed a fistful of dry pasta into a boiling pot. “What is it?”

I gazed down at my feet. I did not want to be doing this, but I’d promised. “Tammy said she’s sorry about the NyQuil.”

“You’re going to stop this right now, Matthew.”

“But she wanted me to tell you something else.”

“What.” Not a question but a warning.

“She said the Bicentennial is coming up, and she wants, wants…”

Mom blanched and turned bone white.

I steeled myself to keep going. “She wants to wear her special costume dress to school. She just wants to get better so she can do that.”

Mom turned away to grip the counter with both hands. Her shoulders started to shake, and I heard her sobbing.

I started crying too. The look on her face had terrified me. Maybe I really was just seeing things. Maybe I had a mental illness.

“Sorry, Mom. I’ll stop talking to her. Just stop crying. Please.”

Mom slowly collected herself and started talking in a quiet, flat voice. “Tell Tammy that Pat sends her love. Tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t visit her before.”

“Okay,” I sobbed.

“I’ll bet she looks beautiful, so beautiful, in her dress.”

I wasn’t sure what was happening. Either Mom believed me, or she was now humoring me. I didn’t want her humoring me. In a way, it was worse than her telling me I’d made Tammy up.

When I gave my friend the message, she smiled and vanished.

School started then, and I quickly made new friends. When I got home from school, I avoided my room. When I did have to go in there, I announced I didn’t want any guests. I didn’t want to make Mom upset anymore. I didn’t want an imaginary friend. I wanted real friends. I wanted to be normal.

It wasn’t until years later that Mom filled me in on the whole truth, which explained everything.

Tammy had been her friend before she was mine.

At the age of nine, the girl died of a lung infection, a complication of cystic fibrosis. The year was 1976, the two hundredth anniversary of America’s founding. The Revolutionary War dress was the costume her mother had made for her to wear to school for the Bicentennial celebration.

Tammy never wore it to school. She’d been kept home sick all week. Mom hadn’t been able to see her. Then one day, she was told her friend died.

My mother had never known peace with it until the day I gave her Tammy’s message and was able to relay hers back. As for me, I never saw the girl again, though I’ll always be grateful to her. She was a good friend when I needed one.

This is why I started Fade to Black. Because I know there is life after death. Because I know spirits are real. And by finding them and trying to communicate, perhaps both they and the living can find the same comfort.


Fade to Black Blog

Matt Kirklin, Lead Investigator

Jackpot! We got it, gang.

Foundation House for lucky thirteen.

During my five-plus years as a paranormal investigator, I’ve always wanted to check out this house. In our little community, it’s pretty infamous. Not for the haunting, which is honestly kinda run of the mill, but for the general weirdness.

This place has some wild lore connected to it. Seriously, I could write a book.

Nobody’s ever been given access until now, a real stroke of luck. You heard me right. It’s never been investigated. Ghost Hunters, eat your heart out!

Built in 1920 near the historic Belle Green Plantation a few miles from the little Virginia town of Denton, the mansion is a throwback to antebellum architecture. Picture large, wrap-around porches where you sip mint juleps while you enjoy the sunset. The house was built by Jared Wright, heir to a sugar company. When he died in the sixties, it stood intestate until the Paranormal Research Foundation, or PRF, bought it and moved in.

That’s when Wright Mansion became Foundation House.

In 1972, while the Republicans renominated Nixon for president, the last American troops left Vietnam, and Bobby Fischer became the first American world chess champion, five paranormal all-stars lived in this house and recruited dozens of people to take part in weird experiments.

Their motto was “Where there is smoke, there is fire.” They believed paranormal powers reside in all of us, dormant in our DNA. They were members of the Human Potential Movement, which believed humanity only used a fraction of its potential intelligence and ability. They wanted to identify paranormal abilities in people, discover the underlying mechanisms, and learn how to train and develop them to make a utopia.

In short, they were wacky as hell, but see it through their eyes for a minute. They envisioned a world where people could talk to the dead. Could read minds, control objects remotely, travel out of their bodies, know the future. And they weren’t stereotypical hippies. They were some of the leading scientists of their time, and two of them—Shawn Roebuck and Don Chapman—were certified geniuses.

As for the researchers, we know they went missing in 1972. The police files themselves vanished in the Election Day Flood of 1985.

So what are we investigating, exactly? Over the years, neighbors driving past the property reported seeing the ghostly apparition of an abnormally tall woman appearing in the upstairs window. Local kids using it as a party hangout said they heard invisible feet stomping on the grand staircase, experienced cold spots, and witnessed strange flashing lights in the woods around it.

In Episode 13, Fade to Black’s crack team will spend seventy-two hours at Foundation House. According to the owner, nobody’s lived in it since 1972, so we are hoping to find it more or less how the scientists left it.

Using cutting-edge techniques and the latest technology, we’ll investigate the paranormal claims and also see what we can learn about the Foundation itself. Which makes a great opportunity for me to brag about my team.

As our camera shooter, Jake Wolfson is the eyes of our little operation. Because the show is unscripted, we have to be careful about what we shoot so we don’t flood out postproduction. Hence his motto: “The most story for the least footage.”

Camera shooters are usually pretty stressed out. They track the action on their little black-and-white viewfinder while being aware of everything that’s going on and anticipating what will happen next. Jake’s a solid pro, though. Nothing ever seems to faze him. He’s a big, muscly guy with a braided gold beard and runic tattoos running down his arms. A real badass in look and deed.

Then there’s our tech manager, Kevin Linscott, the man with the mustache, our operation’s ears and technical wizard. He helps set up all our gear and monitors it while mixing audio for the show. If the camera doesn’t see it, the audio catches it.

Kevin’s a retired Philadelphia police officer who did a lot of ghost hunting with me at Ralston Investigates the Paranormal (RIP), an amateur local ghost hunting group, before joining the show, and he’s got all these great stories. When Claire tells me to trust the equipment, Kevin reminds me to trust my instincts and senses.

Jessica Valenza is our understudy and protégé. She’s a professional actress the producers added to the show to round out the team. She has turned into quite the paranormal investigator, and she fits right in.

For a reality show, we keep things lean and mean, as we don’t want people crowding around bumping into stuff and producing false positives on our instruments. Jessica not only helps with the investigating but does a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff for the show, a real jack-of-all-trades.

And then there’s Claire, my wonderful wife. The best of the best. Adorable and smarter than a bullwhip, she graduated magna cum laude from Virginia Tech with a PhD in physics. She designed all our ghost hunting protocols and is a crack investigator.

I honestly couldn’t do this without her.

Working together, we’re a team. But more than that, we’re family. A family that explores the unknown with a spirit of comradeship and a whole lot of scientific curiosity to solve the oldest and greatest of human mysteries: What happens to us when we die?

Oh, and I should give a shout-out to one more person who makes all this work.


Seriously, without you, there’s no show, so as always, thank you for watching and participating. This show is heaven for me, as I get to earn a living doing what I love doing most, something I’d be doing either way.

So really, it’s about you. I’m proud that you’re on our team.

And I hope you’re as excited as we are about Episode 13.

It’s going to be amazing.

Foundation House, here we come!


Television Review | Fade to Black

By Max Hamil

Ghost Hunters, Paranormal Lockdown, and similar reality ghost-hunting shows capitalize on America’s fascination with the supernatural based on a tried-and-true formula. A paranormal investigation team explores a haunted location under the costumery of scientific rigor and confirms the presence of ghosts based on queasy feelings, fancy gadgets, and a few weird thumps in the night.

Deserved or not, criticisms of these shows being pseudoscience smack of party pooping, as they offer good fun aimed at the nearly one-half of Americans who believe in the supernatural, ghosts in particular. Though I’m personally agnostic on the subject, I sometimes watch for the fascinating locations and cheap thrills. Which goes to show you don’t have to believe in ghosts to have fun in a haunted house.

Enter newcomer Fade to Black, a series picked up by Pulse USA Network. Produced by former members of Ralston Investigates the Paranormal, or RIP, in Ralston, Virginia, it stars husband and wife team Matt and Claire Kirklin as they follow the proven formula but with a nice twist: Matt’s a true believer, and Claire’s a born skeptic.

Instead of coming up with new gimmicks to compete and stay fresh, they go the other way, putting the real back in reality television.

With his earnest good looks, bright smile, and eternal font of optimism, Matt comes across as a nerd who woke up a rock star in an alternate universe. Even when something goes bump and the team has a freak-out, you can tell he’s having the time of his life.

With her short, curly red mop top, Claire is cute as a button in a retro vest or cardigan complete with collared shirt and tie, sometimes even a large-brimmed bowler like she’s the new Annie Hall. This willowy tomboy is the real nerd—physics PhD and all—doing her damnedest to debunk every paranormal claim using highly sophisticated equipment.

While other shows claim to use the scientific method to prove a haunting by trying to disprove it, Claire does it for real and with a vengeance. She steals the show by offering a catharsis narrative for the other half of Americans who aren’t true believers and want to see a slam debunk.

But it’s Matt and Claire together that makes the whole thing work, in no small part due to their on-screen chemistry, which involves inside jokes and occasional good-natured bickering leaking from their marriage. It gives this otherwise self-contained reality TV show something of an arc. Imagine if The X-Files’ Mulder and Scully ever tied the knot, and it’d probably look something like this.

At the end of each episode, the Kirklins make their separate cases, laying out all the evidence and letting us, the viewer, decide for ourselves, spilling over into lively debate online. Most episodes seem to end in a bust for the believers—a creative decision that takes courage on its own—but a few made me go hmm.

And that makes Fade to Black good television. The show tackles one of life’s biggest questions—What happens to us after we die?—and turns it into fodder for Monday morning chats around the water cooler. In doing so, it recognizes the fact that belief is rarely certain and always personal, while reminding us that the search for truth itself is half the fun.


Pulse USA Network, tonight at 9 ET and PT; 8 CT.

Paisley Hirsh and Jonathan Vogan, executive producers.

WITH: Matt and Claire Kirklin (lead investigators); Jessica Valenza (investigator); Kevin Linscott (tech manager).

Episode 13, Pre-Interview Transcript

Subject: Calvin Sparling

Files of Jessica Valenza, Investigator

Jessica: How old are you, Calvin?

Sparling: I turned sixty-five just last month.

Jessica: Are you married? Children?

Sparling: Divorced. That was a long time ago. No kids.

Jessica: You said in your voicemail back to me that you participated in an experiment at the Paranormal Research Foundation in Denton, Virginia. You lived at Foundation House for seven weeks.

Sparling: In the summer of 1972. I answered a classified ad in The Free Lance–Star. It said they were looking for young folks to take part in a paranormal study. Paranormal research was coming on big back then.

Jessica: Is that what attracted you to answer the ad? Were you interested in it yourself?

Sparling: Maybe. I don’t know. I was very young, and like a lot of people, I was looking for something, only I had no idea what it was. I thought this might be it. I saw myself as having an open mind and wanting fresh experiences. I’d tried LSD and was thinking about traveling the Hippie Trail and spending some time in India.

Jessica: I went through that searching phase myself.

Sparling: Yeah. I was a bum.

Jessica: Well, I guess it’s lucky you weren’t drafted and sent to Vietnam.

Sparling: By then, the troops were coming home. The last of ’em pulled out while I was at the house.

Jessica: Oh, sorry. That’s right.

Sparling: In hindsight, I wish I had been drafted.

Jessica: Why is that?

Sparling: You should get on with the real questions y’all want to ask.

Jessica: Okay. So you went to Denton…



  • With well-developed characters, a swiftly paced narrative, and mounting dread, this new twist on the ghost story will delight horror readers.—Booklist
  • “A smart, effective horror novel… Easily destined to be an award nominee, and hopefully a film … this is the first highly recommended novel of 2023.”—Cemetery Dance
  • “A beautiful Russian doll of a story… Episode Thirteen hooks you, creeps you out, and then it overwhelms you. It’s House of Leaves meets Haunting of Hill House, in all the best possible ways.”—Peter Clines, NYT Bestselling Author of The Broken Room
  • “Ghost hunting crews, haunted mansions, forbidden experiments … Episode Thirteen has it all and then some. A twisting and turning puzzle of unsettling terror, Craig DiLouie has crafted a modern-day classic. It flat-out scared me!”—Richard Chizmar, author of Gwendy’s Button Box and Chasing the Boogeyman
  • Episode Thirteen does not go where you think it will…instead it offers bizarre twists, devious reveals, and unexpected shocks. Deeply satisfying and a hell of a lot of weird fun!”—Jonathan Maberry - New York Times Bestselling Author of Patient Zero
  • "An epistolary descent into a living nightmare . . . well-written and genuinely unsettling. Fans of paranormal documentaries, ghost-hunting shows, and found-footage horror will lose their minds over this one."

     —Kealan Patrick Burke, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Kin
  • "Episode Thirteen is a suspenseful and engaging Rubik’s Cube of a novel. The reader has great perverse fun twisting the pieces back and forth, facet after facet, until Craig DiLouie’s grand design stands revealed in all its febrile splendor."—James Morrow, author of The Last Witchfinder
  • “It’s the literary equivalent of a found footage movie, and it works beautifully. Part ghost story, part metaphysical horror, total nightmare — Episode Thirteen is a must read.”—David Moody, author of Hater and the Autumn series
  • “In this transcendent ghost story for the 21st century, Craig DiLouie charts the mystery where science meets the supernatural then dives in headfirst to deliver a haunted house story so heartbreaking and profoundly unsettling it ranks alongside the classics of the genre.”—James Chambers, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of On the Hierophant Road
  • “DiLouie follows a found-footage narrative before veering into gloriously mind-bending terror. . . .  In this subversion of the classic haunted-house/found-footage story, DiLouie demonstrates his ability to toy with and eventually upend readers’ expectations.”—Library Journal (Starred Review)
  • "With this chilling story of cult abuse, DiLouie proves his mastery of the slow slide from psychological drama into supernatural horror . . . . Horror readers will be hooked."—Publishers Weekly on The Children of Red Peak
  • "The Children of Red Peak is both a subtle character study and a chilling tale of horror. It goes deep into the heart of people caught up in terrifying events. Highly recommended."—Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author, on The Children of Red Peak
  • "A heart-wrenching, thought-provoking, terrifying tale about the meaning of life... A great choice for fans of Stephen Graham Jones' The Only Good Indians (2020), Paul Tremblay's Disappearance at Devil's Rock (2016), or Alma Katsu's The Hunger (2018)."—Booklist on The Children of Red Peak
  • "Absolutely riveting... A tapestry of past and present come together in this chilling tale of family, faith, and redemption. Craig DiLouie has a new fan."—J.D. Barker, international bestselling author of She Has A Broken Thing Where Her Heart Should Be, on The Children of Red Peak
  • "The Children of Red Peak is ice-in-your-heart, nerve-racking fantastic - Heaven's Gate by way of Stephen King's IT. Almost every page made my skin crawl."—Peter Clines, New York Times bestselling author of Paradox Bound and Terminus on The Children of Red Peak
  • "DiLouie really knows how to simultaneously shatter nerves and break hearts. The Children of Red Peak is a genuinely unsettling psychological horror novel, a story where faith and fear combine to destroy innocence and devastate lives. Intense, compulsive, thought-provoking, and highly recommended."—David Moody, author of the Hater and Autumn series, on The Children of Red Peak
  • “Readers will find The Children of Red Peak a fantastically creepy addition to their fall reads.”—Nerd Daily on The Children of Red Peak
  • "One of the most powerful voices in dark fiction does it again! Craig DiLouie's The Children of Red Peak delivers a suspenseful and unpredictable psychological exploration of family, belief, and horror as chilling as it is thought-provoking. One of the best books of the year!"—James Chambers, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of On the Night Border, on The Children of Red Peak
  • "Unsettling, frighteningly ambiguous… a cult horror story that explores trauma, faith and the search for meaning in the aftermath of tragedy.”—Shelf Awareness on The Children of Red Peak
  • “A dark mosaic of reality TV and occult physics, Episode Thirteen reels you in with a found-footage mystery that spirals into a labyrinth of madness. Craig DiLouie dissects his all-too-human characters’ needs and ambitions with clinical precision as we race toward a series of stunningly beautiful—and horrifying—revelations.”—Andy Marino, author of It Rides a Pale Horse and The Seven Visitations of Sydney Burgess

On Sale
Jan 24, 2023
Page Count
464 pages

Craig DiLouie

About the Author

Craig DiLouie is an acclaimed American-Canadian author of literary dark fantasy and other fiction. Formerly a magazine editor and advertising executive, he also works as a journalist and educator covering the North American lighting industry. Craig is a member of the Imaginative Fiction Writers Association, International Thriller Writers and Horror Writers Association. He currently lives in Calgary, Canada with his two wonderful children.

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