Richard Chizmar Books

In the summer of 1988, Edgewood felt frozen between two worlds: the innocence of its past and the anxiety of an uncertain future. I came home after graduating college with plans simple and clear—start writing, get my feet under me, maybe find work close to home. It was supposed to be a season of beg...

From Chasing The Boogeyman

As the killings continued, the town’s mood grew heavy, almost suffocating. Fear became a tangible presence—you could taste it in every conversation, feel it beneath every porch light that stayed burning through the night. I found myself drawn deeper into the investigation, fascinated by how ordinary...

From Chasing The Boogeyman

Before I arrived, I had combed archives and newspaper clippings about Harper’s Cove, and the tales all converged on one place—the Widow’s Point Lighthouse. Long ago, the lighthouse had been a beacon meant to save lives, to keep sailors clear of the rocky coast. Instead, it became a site of ruin. The...

From Widow's Point

Arriving at Widow’s Point felt like stepping beyond ordinary geography. The air itself seemed heavier, as though pressing the living out of habit. The sea pounded relentlessly against the rocks, its rhythm not comforting but compulsive, hypnotic. Inside, the walls breathed salt and mildew. Rust stre...

From Widow's Point