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.