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There's a house on Knockmaroon Road that never keeps its tenants. The walls sweat yellow with damp, and the air carries the weight of rain and rot. The silence inside feels aware, as if it's listening. People in the area steer clear. They call it cursed, but no one says what for. When a man takes a night watch job there, he expects nothing but quiet and time to kill. What he finds is a silence that thinks, that shifts when he isn't looking. The laughter starts soft, almost kind, a cracked whisper in the dark, and before long it fills the house like breath behind every wall. The Laughing Man is not a ghost story. It's a story about consequence, about what people bury to keep living, and the cost of pretending that silence forgets. Sean McEochaidh writes horror the way it should be-slow, deliberate, close enough to feel. The fear doesn't shout; it waits. When it comes, it feels like something you've known all along but tried not to remember. For readers who want dread that settles under the skin and stays there, The Laughing Man will follow you long after you close the book.

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