“No, child. I don’t watch you sleep.”

“Why not?”

The next pause lasted two breaths, four heartbeats.

“Because you’ve never slept for a moment in your life.”

***

Clementine Braker is broke, depressed and angry, mostly at herself. She’s good at her job and enjoys her work, but being an accomplished reporter in rural Iowa doesn’t exactly equate to fame and riches. Hell, it doesn’t even really equate to financial stability.

Plus, there’s that other thing. That weird, inexplicable, often terrifying extra sense she’s spent her entire life trying to ignore or suppress (with some pharmaceutical intervention).

Now her job is taking her to Keller House, a decrepit local mansion that has fueled the nightmares of generations of bored, pimply, small-town teens. But there she’ll find much more than fodder for a fluff piece about a group of local nerds moonlighting as ghost hunters.

Because if Clementine is going to survive the night, she’ll have to come to terms with her own fear, her own demons. And ultimately she’ll have to decide whether she belongs with the rest of the world, or to the creeping darkness that’s haunted her since she was a child.

Warning: Book contains violence, profanity and incessant immature jokes that likely will bring shame to the author’s entire family. He’d like to preemptively apologize to his grandmother, who is a living saint.