deep water

"Your house is haunted, you know."

She stares at him, eyebrows rising as she waits for some indication he's joking. When he smiles widely at her, she can't help but laugh. "Right, because ghosts are real."

"Ghosts, memories, they're all the same, and they're all over that house."

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In a sleepy town at the base of a mountain in northern Colorado, a woman and her son move into Denvers Street's notoriously haunted house. Running from something, Mason Cantrell doesn't believe her new neighbour when he tells her about the local ghost stories.

She didn't think much of it until three months later, when she wakes up in the middle of the night to find her front door wide open, and every kitchen drawer open. There's no such thing as ghosts, but as time goes on, she finds that maybe, just maybe, something was wrong with the house. She tries to ignore it, focusing instead on the easy friendship with her tall, tanned, and handsome neighbour, Tobias Cassidy.

More and more things keep happening, and as time goes on, she finds that it's not the house that's tormenting her. Can she figure out who it is circling her house? Or will they prove that Willow Creek should have been nothing more than a footnote in a life of running?