Some nights, the past doesn’t stay buried.
Lizzie Butler was eight years old when her world ended.
The world believes she survived a tragedy.
They don’t know the rest.
They don’t know about the candle.
Or the man who waits in the dark.
For years, Lizzie has convinced herself it was trauma. Hallucinations. A fractured mind trying to survive.
Until he appears again.
Watching from the shadows.
Laughing.
Waiting.
And this time, he doesn’t feel like a memory.
He feels close.
Very close.
