Listen to the Shadows

When artist Katie Summers emerged from a four-day coma, she remembered all too vividly the horror of that nightthe terrifying dead eyes that had stared back at her in the rear view mirror, causing her to crash her car. But no one believed her. Released from the hospital, still weak from her ordeal, Kate took a taxi to her remote farmhouse on Black Lake. Darkness had already fallen. There was only the wind in the trees to greet herand the cold and empty house. But the house was not quite empty. Something awaited her upstairs in her bedroom. Something with cold, dead eyes