Behind Closed Doors by B.A. Paris
That’s basically all I can say. Goosebumps.
I don’t know if it’s my inexperience with psychological thriller books or if maybe I ate something before going to bed, or what… but the first night after starting this book, I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, crying, and thrashing about in the bed. Nightmare.
Prior to reading this book, the list of psychological thrillers I had read consisted of Gone Girl and The Girl On the Train. Neither of those were put on my Favorite Reads list. Not saying they were bad, just not my favorite by any means. Now this one was a completely different story (pun intended).