An ancient evil…an ungodly ritual…a boy thrust into a living nightmare.
When fourteen-year-old Ryan Perry moves to his grandmother’s coastal home in South Carolina, he is haunted by a malevolent entity masquerading as his double—a specter of ancient evil intent on destroying Ryan. As the hauntings become dangerous, Ryan encounters an additional threat: two menacing feral boys and their caretaker somehow connected to this other twin. Ryan realizes that in order to save himself and his family, he must confront the all-too-real presence of an unimaginable evil.
Ryan stopped jogging. The stillness was complete.
A short burst of menacing laughter.
You’re gonna get hurt. Badly.
The bushes and shrubs to his left rustled. The shaking of palmettos, smaller pine trees, and other bushes suggested something was advancing towards him. Something was low to the ground, and driving forward at a surprisingly rapid pace despite the thickness of the brush.
Similar movements started off the right side of the narrow road. Vegetation trembled, actually moved, as the mass charged towards Ryan.
On the left, the forward advance paused. A brief glimpse of a head, bare chest, and hair flowing back into a mane as the figure dashed to the ground to resume forward movement.
That was a boy. Right? Had to be. But how…
How could it be? The figure was bent, near the ground, moving too quickly. It didn’t seem…human.
A second glimpse through palmettos…an impossible angle, haunches driving, thigh muscles straining. Then a cry, high pitched, excited, and malevolent.
You’re dead if you don’t move now.
Ryan’s nervous system finally kicked in. He nearly fell on the first twisting step, but somehow he righted himself and started pumping his arms and legs.
The humid air felt like it was smothering him; he started gasping. His brain was focused on escape, and he feared he wouldn’t make it. Oh, God. What’s happening? He couldn’t feel his feet on the path, he was getting light-headed.
Pounding footfalls behind him sounded closer and closer. The two figures charging through the forest on either side of him had burst through, but just out of his peripheral vision. Low to the ground, at times seeming to run on four legs. Dogs? No. Wolves? No. Now on two legs. Kids? No, something dangerous, something with claws…