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A broken home can leave the mind splintered and cracked, open to fear. And monsters. And boy, did I know monsters! After living in a wildly dysfunctional family, I had more ghosts than I could count. It’s a wonder I grew up to be so normal. Running from bed to bed, always searching for someone to save me. Dodging monsters at every turn. That’s normal, right?

It all started when I was eight years old. I was hiding in my grandmother’s garden, playing hide-and-seek with the kids on the block, and my sister Lori. She wasn’t always the nicest sister, and when she ended the game early without telling me, I found myself hiding in that garden alone. Or so I thought. Until I noticed someone standing in the shadows. Something. And that thing wanted me dead. I ran that day, and have been running ever since. When my mother remarried, and we moved out of my grandmother’s house, I thought that I could leave that monster behind. But I only found new haunts in its place: An absent mother. A domineering stepfather. Bitter sibling rivalry. Monsters that were just as dangerous as the one in the garden. And perhaps, more real.

My only escape would be to cut ties with my family. And my haunted past. But the more I ran, the more insistent my demons became. Mysterious things began to happen. Reality began to slip. And I was thrust into darkness. With no one to believe me, and nowhere left to turn, I had to find my way back to that garden. Back to where it all began and face my fears once and for all. Or, die trying.