The demented thing is that this evolved from the most sickly sweet,
heart-wrenching love story you've ever heard. I went to Sully because I
just couldn't get over Jack’s murder. I couldn't deal.
Iona came to me the same most did: because there was no closure. A love cut too short. She begged me to open the gate between the living and the dead.
We should have left it shut.
This. This is not a love story. This is a possession story. A story of lies. A story of two faces. This is a story of death and violent echoes from the other side.
And there will be no happy endings.