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 air felt damp and musty beyond the iron door that once sealed off the mine. A few beams of light penetrated from outside. Robby searched, the Thrunite flashlight rested on the box where he remembered leaving it. The light powered on. He closed the iron door, putting a barrier between himself and the world out to get him. Rocks and stones of all sizes lay on the tunnel floor. Robby jammed a few into the bottom of the door hoping to slow down any tracking pursuers. He turned around and raised his flashlight, illuminating a path deep into the mine. 


 Fear of apprehension motivated Robby to move quickly. Turmoil grew with each thought plowing through his mind and clawing at his brain. There’s no way they’ll find the entrance. It’s too well hidden. Maybe Allen will tell them. Maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll pretend to look away. Wishful thinking. How am I gonna to get food? It’s getting colder. 


The Abandoned Mine