When I was three-years-old, I was found homeless in the woods, alone and feral.

When asked how I survived all of those years by myself, I had one answer: the Shadow Man.

I have no memory of that time. No memory of anything, really, before the accident. I rely on stories from my fathers about this supposed imaginary friend.

Got into a fight at school? The Shadow Man made me. Stole from a store? He forced me to. Snuck out of the house? He came with me.

I had almost completely forgotten about him.

Until I move into the horror house – the house rumored to be a gateway to hell. Strange things keep happening, and I am helpless to prevent them.

More importantly, people keep dying.

Particularly, people that harm me.

It’s already a struggle to survive a new high school and town (including the attention of a dangerous gang), but now I have to survive ghosts too?

One thing becomes clear:

The Shadow Man wants me to come home.