The first time I died, I was eight years old.

Madeline October does not believe in ghosts.

Not even with Harvey October for a father: disgraced physicist, infamous ghost hunter, and the man who once buried her alive behind their family estate in the name of science.

When Harvey drags her back to the decaying October Estate for her senior year, Madeline wants only three things: survive the year, stay far away from his obsession, and pretend the shadows moving through the house are only shadows.

Then Harvey disappears.

The only one who seems to know where to begin looking is Heaton Dashwood: a silver-eyed ghost tied to her family’s darkest secrets.

He says he can help her find her father. He does not say why he knows so much about the dead, her bloodline, or the house that has been waiting for her to come home.

But the closer Madeline gets to Heaton, the harder it becomes to tell whether he is protecting her from the dark…

or leading her straight into it.



Some houses are haunted. Some bloodlines are hunted.