Publisher's Synopsis
How can you be haunted by someone who isn't dead?
It's always been like this. I can't remember a time in my life when I wasn't afraid of the dark. Maybe when I was a small child there was a time - between my loss of fear of the boogeyman and the growth of the fear of that which I know lingers in the shadows - when I wasn't afraid of the dark, but I don't think so. I think I've always had something to fear in the shadows.
My father's ghost.
Ghosts of exes.
The ghost of my mother comes through the speaker of my phone to berate me in person while she shouts on the other end.
They've gotten louder and bolder than I've ever seen them before, and I don't think I'll be able to force them back into the shadows.
Are they real, or are they just my own guilty conscience tormenting me for what I've done?
