Sixteen years of sleepless nights has left Linda Lanning sore. All she wants is to go back to Ravenshire, her beloved hometown and spend the rest of her life peacefully. Everything was perfect, just like she wanted until that one night she found a nameless book sitting in the dusty attic of the old Lanning house. Bleeding words and blurryfaces, drowning souls and screamless cries. And a mysterious murder, all amalgamating into a reckless chaos that haunts her more than the voices that kept her awake for sixteen years. Perhaps, seeking peace in the whispering winds of Ravenshire was not a good idea, after all. Perhaps, everything happens for a reason. And perhaps, some things are better left unknown. ________________________________________________________________ *1st draft. I'm open for constructive criticism, so feel free to comment your thoughts. *Please, do not copy! I know you're more creative than that.