"He closed his eyes. He inhaled. He let go of a breath that had been hidden inside since he arrived. Behind him, through the open door, in the expanse of the large entryway, in every corner, in every room, up against the ceiling, and throughout the house, Richard missed a slight, nearly imperceptible shift. A change in the shadows. A blurring of what little light existed. The shadows flowed, slowly – ever so slowly – across the ceiling, down the walls, over the floor. Not liquid, not quite smoke, darkness with dimension, but as flat as the putrid remnants of cigarettes in the paint. Something was awake now."
After years away, a broken man returns to his family home. Are the demons from his childhood waiting for him?
I couldn't quite get through it. It was dark, with a lot of negativity, which I just wasn't in the mood for. There is something mysterious happening, which was intriguing, but I didn't get far enough to see what it was.