Harry Fremont hasn't slept in days. He's down with a terrible flu: runny nose, fever, a sore throat, the chills, and worst of all, a horrible cough that keeps him up all night. His wife Kelly is away on a business trip and their son Garret is at college, leaving Harry alone in the house. Though worn out, Harry has been unable to sleep...and things are starting to change. He's seeing unusual things outside, just beyond the windows and confines of his home...hearing things...experiencing unsettling things that make no sense. And they're getting worse.
Are they simply figments of a tortured and exhausted mind, or clues to an intricate mystery steeped in evil and deception Harry cannot yet comprehend? Haunted by remnants of earlier nightmares, disturbing questions about his life and marriage, strange shadowy figures, odd noises, cryptic writings on his doors and glimpses of a hideously disfigured being wrapped in bloody bandages, Harry free-falls into a horrifying world of paranoia, agony and terror where nothing is what it seems.
Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us...long after dark.
Sleep while you still can.
