Anonymouslyme1204
For fifteen years, grief has defined her existence. Living alone in a crumbling Victorian house, she clings to memories of her husband and daughter, tragically lost in an accident. On the anniversary of that dark day, she performs an ancient ritual, desperate to reach across the veil of death.
When the whispers begin, hope stirs-but hope can be a dangerous thing. As shadows lengthen and secrets unravel, she discovers that some doors are better left closed.
In this spine-chilling tale of love, loss, and the supernatural, the boundaries between the living and the dead blur, and the whispers in the night may not belong to who she hopes.