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

I sprinted down the gloomy riverbank, fully expecting to see Justin's spirit standing alone and lost. I called out to him telepathically. If he was near, he'd have heard me, nothing. The weather picked up, intensifying into heavy rain. Winds swirled, causing the tips of the evergreens to sway wildly. 


In the distance I saw a faint light, thinking it might be the glow from Justin's spirit body as I approached. The glow wasn't that of a Spirit. It was a lantern. Odd that someone would be standing alone on the riverbank in the middle of the night during a pouring rain. The yellow glow increased as I drew near, giving way to a silhouetted figure standing against the trees. It was tall, almost a foot taller than me. 


"My coin." A gruff voice sounded, knocking me back. How could this person know a spirit was there? 


The figure turned, "my payment." It held out a bony hand. It wasn't human … at least not anymore. "You want passage, you pay for it." 


The Ferryman