Lonesome Witching Hour

Some houses are not meant to be inherited. Some histories refuse to be buried.

When Kattie returns to the crumbling home of her childhood, she finds more than peeling wallpaper and faded memories. The walls breathe as though alive, the floorboards whisper her name, and in the woods beyond the porch, a will-o'-the-wisp glows like a beckoning lantern. The town says the past burned away long ago in an accident, but the ruins still smolder with secrets—and the witches who once ruled the marshlan...