This book gave me chills—in more ways than one. The Ritual isn’t just about being lost in the woods. It’s about being lost inside yourself too, and that hit me harder than I expected. It’s eerie, atmospheric, and yes, terrifying—but underneath all the horror, there’s this deep sense of helplessness that feels painfully real.
The isolation? The growing tension between friends? The slow unraveling of everything you thought was solid? That’s what really got to me. Because it’s not just about a creature in the forest—it’s about the things we carry with us: regret, guilt, fear, and how quickly they can turn into something monstrous.
I love when horror isn’t just scary, but smart. And The Ritual does that so well. It messes with your head in a quiet, creeping way. There were moments where I literally had to pause and just sit with the unease. It’s one of those stories that reminds you: sometimes, the scariest thing isn’t what’s out there—it’s what’s already inside you.
This one stayed with me. And if you’ve ever felt like you’re trying to escape something you can’t name, it’ll probably stay with you too.