Clive has not left his home since he was six. Agoraphobia, they said. Everyone in his life is convinced that it would make it impossible for him to lead a life outside. Terrible sleep habits and bouts of insomnia have left him feeling as though his waking and unconscious minds have blended together. Losing chunks of time and unable to tell the difference. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Clive doesn't think he's sick. He thinks he's haunted. One chance meeting with the new girl who moved in across the street. Suddenly, there is hope. Clive is about to learn that the town he grew up in is much stranger than he ever anticipated. Is Clive living in a fairy tale masked beneath a haunting, or was it all just a part of his imagination?