Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.<br><br>When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years -- if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.<br><br>Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

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Actually, the best case scenario would involve Jason coming along and calling for rescue on his fully functional cell phone, and maybe bringing him painkillers until the throbbing in his head and side dulled to something manageable. That belonged to the realm of fantasy, though, and Cameron pushed it firmly to the side.


Given that he couldn’t count on some good soul on horseback to be out in this weather, he considered his other options. While it hurt to turn his head from side to side, he had to try. He didn’t care about a little vomit right now, anyway. He saw towers on both sides. One looked like a guard tower, like the tower at MCI-Shirley where David would live out his days. The other looked more like a huge wooden tower, like something out of a bad fantasy movie.


Which one offered the best chance of rescue?


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