Six months ago, my husband tried to kill me.

Now, my sons and I are living in an old Victorian house passed down to me by my uncle. The house may be big, but the town is small… it’s safe, which is something I haven’t felt in a very long time. And best of all, it’s very far away from my ex.

As soon as we move in, however, I discover that this house has an eerie reputation. Rumor has it my uncle was a mysterious man accused of atrocious things, which is drawing a lot of unwanted attention our way.

And the last thing we need is attention; we need to stay invisible if we want to stay alive.

But how can we remain invisible when things keep happening in this house? Strange things. Horrific things that have the whole town talking. We were supposed to be safe here, but it’s becoming glaringly apparent to me that we’re in real danger.

Then I remind myself: I’m a mother.

And a mother will do anything to protect her children.