Charli Roberson's day started like any other…until Ethan Harwood took control.
If anyone had told Charli she'd be haunted by voices, breezes, ghosts with colored auras and poltergeists, that she'd be watching things no one threw fly through the air, she'd have laughed herself silly.
Yet she stands in a hallway at work, Ethan Harwood's advertising agency, knowing she can't account for nearly thirty minutes of her day so far, and she's talking to someone she can't see. About a dog.
From there things descend into a hell of her own making. She and her new friends—both current and formerly breathing—will have to deal with a vengeful landlord, a crumbling apartment building, even a few bodies. But the truth may be even stranger than it seems.
Ethan Harwood thought he was helping. He did his best but he was afraid it might not be enough.