Tears of a Clown

A house that remembers. A cousin who isn’t who she seems. A woman who can’t outrun the truth she’s rehearsed her whole life.

Cassandra has always lived by one rule: never be late. But when she follows her cousin Tonya’s directions down a highway that doesn’t exist, she finds herself trapped inside a house that bends time, distorts memory, and watches her every move.

Rooms shift. Mirrors lie. Laughter crawls along the walls.
And Tonya—her real Tonya, or a twisted echo of her—seems to know exactly when Cassandra will break.

As Cassandra descends deeper into a maze of surreal horrors, she’s forced to confront the versions of herself she’s spent years hiding. Every room demands a confession. Every door requires a part of her. And every shadow is waiting for her to finally admit the one truth she’s never voiced out loud.

Because in this house, you don’t escape by running.
You escape by arriving.

A Twilight Zone–style psychological nightmare full of symbolic terror, emotional unraveling, and a claustrophobic sense of the uncanny, Tears of a Clown will keep readers turning pages long after midnight—and questioning their own reflection.