Stevie had always known that she was different from everyone else. She had dreams that terrified her, heard voices no one else could hear, saw people no one else could see. Her grandmother had called it a gift. She called it a curse. It had even cost Stevie her best friend. Growing up was hard enough, but now she was a lonely 12-year-old girl with no friends, no one to talk to. . .no one but the ghosts, that is. And in the old mining town of Summersville, there were plenty of them to go around.
Most of them didn't cause much trouble. But some of them were angry. . .very angry. And as Stevie was about to learn, the angry ones could cause her a whole lot of trouble. They could even threaten her life.
