Ash can see the dead and no one believes her. Instead, they wash their hands clean and walk away, calling her childish or a freak. So, as she watches the bones of the dead walk the earth, devoured by creatures of the night only to resurface over and over again, she learns its best to keep her second sight a secret. But the dead are not the only new sightings she can see with her special eyes; creatures of all shapes and sizes roam the earth, most keeping to themselves while others steal left socks straight out from dryers, and it all started when she stumbled into a different world. A different dimension that gifted Ash her second sight and unusual superpowers that, if misused, could cause irreparable damage to Ash’s body. Two years later, after that fateful day that changed her life for the worst, she finds herself in that otherworld again, but how she finds her way back home will alter the fates of not just her reality but all the worlds in their entirety. Snippet:He already had that look on his face, like he was witnessing something paranormal. Like he’d just shit himself. And when I felt a strange and unexpected thrum coming from my hands, my attention diverted back to the creature; but instead of seeing the worried thing struggling in my grasp, a swirling, image-distorting vortex that had already engulfed my hands and was creeping its way up past my wrists confronted me.  And the damned shitty static creature had a triumphant look about it. The static fuzz pulsated wildly, its white holes for eyes wide and unalarmed, narrowing in on me in what I could only describe as a cat’s arse look.  The graying old man screamed.