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

Marla’s body shimmied and the small wooden table felt like it had a vibration all its own. A buzz went through Luke’s hands like the sting of hitting a baseball in cold weather. A light shimmer ran down the side of his face as if touched by a feather while Marla’s eyes slowly regained their normal hazel green shade. The vision in her mind evaporated as quickly as it had materialized. The energy in the room seemed to dilute and mitigate back to normal levels. 


“I don’t get it. Is the phantom real? It’s not just all in my head? Is there a demon after me?” Luke appeared distressed as Marla reorientated her mind back to the physical realm. 


She stood up from the table and walked over to a skinny bookshelf in the corner, placing her index finger on the spines of several books before finally pulling one out. It was an old scrapbook. A history of events. Marla returned to the table and sat back down, opening the book. 


The Phantom