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

The jail guard escorted Jacob to the cafeteria. I watched his right hand tremble holding a small food tray filled with cold potatoes and some sort of gray looking meat. 


"We don't get many of your kind around here." An inmate seated at a small round table spoke. 


"I suppose not." Jacob replied. “Mind if I take a seat?" 


"Good kid, you showed respect. If there's one rule around here you gotta learn quick it's that. Please sit." Jacob sat in the open seat to the left of the inmate; another inmate sat across the table but said nothing. 


"Hope I wasn't interrupting, you know, your prayer." Jacob said, keeping his eyes low. 


"I've never done that before.” Jacob whispered. 


"It never comes easy, especially for us, the forsaken trash God doesn’t care about. Yep, I've had those thoughts too, hard not too when you wind up in a place like this. You have them. I can see them.” 


“I do.” Jacob kept his eyes on his tray. 


Learning The Ropes