The boy did not run. The house took him.
When fifteen-year-old Eli Barlow vanishes after football practice, Mercy Ridge is quick to call him a runaway. His father has a temper. His home life is messy. Boys like Eli, people say, disappear when things get hard.
Detective Lottie Mae Surratt knows better.
Eli's little sister Maddie is terrified, clinging to his hoodie and hiding the truth behind half-answers. She saw a man with blue-painted keys. She heard strange knocking in the walls. And she knows one thing with absolute certainty:
Eli did not leave on his own.
Beneath the floorboards of an old house, Eli is still alive?but he is not alone. The walls whisper with the voices of children who came before him. The pipes hum with warnings. The dirt remembers names. And somewhere above him, a patient man is listening.
As Lottie Mae follows the evidence Mercy Ridge would rather ignore, she uncovers a trail of missing children, buried guilt, and a house that has been holding secrets for years.
But the dead are no longer quiet.
And the house is ready to be heard.
A Southern Gothic supernatural mystery for readers who like dark small-town secrets, haunted houses, sharp female detectives, and horror that crawls under the floorboards and stays there.
