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Shannon McCade moves to a small New England town after tragedy tears her small world apart.
Shortly after moving in, strange things begin to happen. The house is old and while she tries to reassure her children the noises and shadows are just something they need to get used to, she is plagued by horrific nightmares. Just when she thinks things cannot get much worse, a strange man refuses to leave her and her family alone.
It would seem that the death of her husband was only the beginning.
Shannon could feel the heat of the flames even through the glass that surrounded her. The air was so hot it burned her lungs. She squinted against the heat and the fiery landscape. Trees engulfed in flames surrounded the field. Where the grass should have been there was only charred earth. There was a man in the distance, seemingly unaffected by the flames.
A dark figure appeared immediately in front of her making her jump back. A hard surface stopped her. The figure was formless except for bright red eyes and sharp teeth. It slammed into the glass repeatedly, screeching in anger when the glass held strong.
She turned to see another man, standing next to her. He was struggling to hold the glass up as the beast tried to smash it. Sweat poured down his brow with the effort. Fear choked her as she scrambled to her feet and tried to help. Her attention was drawn once again to the figure in the distance. It was her husband, James. He was yelling something but by the time the sound reached her the words were distorted. He was as desperate to reach her as she was to hear him.
The beast crashed through the glass and lunged at her. The last thing she saw was, its razor sharp teeth coming at her face.
Shannon woke with a scream. She sat up and slapped the touch lamp on her bedside table nearly sending it to the floor. Tears flowed uncontrollably. She looked to where James, would have been and more tears began to fall. When they subsided she looked around the bedroom they had shared, her black dress and vale were still hanging on the closet door from the funeral six months earlier. The clock on the nightstand read 2:56am. She woke at the same time every night.
The door burst open and her two boys flew in both crying out and clearly upset. They leapt into bed and she wrapped them in her arms, trying to calm them. She knew why they were upset.
“I want Daddy!” Dean wailed. It was the first complaint she could make out and it brought more tears to her eyes. Dean the smaller of the two was only five.
“Shh, Baby,” She said rocking them. “Daddy is in heaven with the angels. We can’t see him but he can see us.”
They quieted some but through their ragged breaths and sniffling she could tell they were still upset.
“Mom,” James Junior, JJ as they called him, asked finally. “What does heaven look like?”
“I don’t know buddy,” She said kissing the ten year olds forehead. “Beautiful, and light. Some people think that the ground is made of clouds.”
“I don’t think Dad’s in heaven,” He said bitterly.
“Why would you say that?” She asked, appalled.
“Because whenever I see him, he is surrounded by fire.”