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.

Rites of Spring

Who built a prison in the middle of a state park, anyway?


Maybe Cameron wasn’t walking toward anything at all. Maybe this was something like that short story he’d had to read for English class, where they’d hanged the guy from a bridge and he’d had an elaborate fantasy about escaping home to his wife as he died. Maybe he was dying in the mud back there where Gary had shot him. Maybe this was an elaborate hallucination, cooked up by some spell or ghostly power of Catherine’s. Was that a thing? Could she do that?


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