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

 A man stood above Robby who laid stiff on the stained mattress. His rifle pressed tight against his shoulder and pointed directly at Robby’s head. 


 “Get up.” The man commanded. Robby slowly pushed himself to his knees and stood up, hands raised in surrender. Blood rushed to his arms and feet, ready to run or fight. The man holding the gun backed away slightly. Robby’s adrenaline pounded. 


 “I know your voice.” Robby mustered up the courage to speak. “You’re the one who put me in that abandoned mine.” 


 “You should have gone home when you had the chance.” The man spoke. “Why are you here? You think you can break into my home and conjure spirits like the rest of the tourists that come here?” 


 “I don’t believe in that stuff.” Robby said. 


 “Are you a squatter then? Looking for a free place to crash and get high? That your beer down there?” The man gestured towards the downstairs. 


 “No. Look, I’m not here to party or trash the place. I just needed one night.” 


Haunted Memories