When Barbara’s daughter died, she thought her world had ended; until she noticed something just a little strange with the antique porcelain doll she owned. Insanity or paranormal activity? What’s real and what isn’t?
There are dark nights. But what if that darkness creeps into the day? Even better, or maybe worse, what if it seeps into your mind? Ever done anything which doesn’t make sense later? Ever wanted to be the guy on the train?