William Stark is not the hero type, at least not in his eyes. Awkward and anxious, mental illness and a confused faith keep him from loving the girl of his dreams, and himself. A lack of self-esteem takes him to the depths of hell (literally) to fight an intimate battle between fear and faith.

Will wants nothing more than to feel normal, but when you're from a town nicknamed, The Devil’s Rendition of Sedona Arizona, it's not meant to be. Famous for attracting fire and brimstone preachers, occult psychics, and the fringes of society, Millersville is hiding a history that’s anything but traditional.

With the guidance of a deeply spiritual school psychologist who may be keeping secrets of his own, Will learns to balance his mental health symptoms and work towards normalcy, which is about to be short lived.

A team of paranormal investigators have their eyes on the reluctant Will and his unique abilities. What isn't clear is their deeper purpose for him. Aided with technology developed by the group, Gateway, a Resurrectionist crosses into a world of lost spirits and guides them to the light. William's calling, his purpose, is laid before him. He must fight to conquer his demons or risk becoming one of them, falling into darkness for all eternity.

The Resurrectionist

Chanting continued as I drew from the energy fields of the three practitioners. Faint particles of liquid ether floated in the air. I used them to create a temporary body, much like a space suit. It formed to my current likeness and acted like a mirror projecting an image of my current depraved state. I looked nothing like I once did on earth. The skin on my face was cracked, dry, and scaly. It hung loose and appeared over one hundred years old. My hair, not more than a few gray strands, hung past my shoulders. My teeth were rotten and my eyes black as death. One of the practitioners let out a frightened shriek as my presence slowly became visible to them. The process was exhausting and took intense focus to pull off. No one spoke until the initial shock subsided. Justin took the lead as he had always done, having no clue that his former friend was the devil he conjured. 


“I am your master.” The cracking of Justin's voice let me know of the sorry state of fear consuming him. 


A Haunting