The Silhouette of Blood

Naaz Rashid should have died.

She doesn't know why she survived.

She doesn't know what happened to her.

And, at first, she has no reason to believe that her inexplicable brush with death has anything to do with the strange events that begin unfolding afterward.

But strange things have a habit of becoming stranger.

A curse is released. Old secrets begin resurfacing. People separated by distance and time find themselves connected by circumstances they cannot explain. The past begins bleeding into the present, while discoveries at the edges of science suggest that some things dismissed as superstition may be far more tangible than anyone would like to believe.

There are haunted places, buried histories, impossible phenomena and people whose greatest threat may not be what lurks outside them, but what lies within.

And somewhere amid the horror, the absurdity and the occasional moments of dreadful normality, one question remains:

What, exactly, did Naaz survive?

Because whatever happened that day was not the end of something.

It was the beginning.