Clay Bennett never planned on visiting Whisper Creek. A wrong turn and a sputtering gas tank lead him into the forgotten little town, where the locals greet him with warnings instead of hospitality. They tell him not to stay after dark, not to drink the water, and above all, to avoid the leaning house on Sycamore Road.
At first, Clay dismisses the talk as small-town superstition. But as night falls, the town begins to change. The creek that cuts through Whisper Creek reflects more than the trees above—it whispers with the voices of the drowned, and faceless figures gather at its banks, waiting for him. Drawn to the Sycamore house, Clay finds a doorway into something older and hungrier than death itself, a place where the lost are kept forever.
With dawn approaching, Clay must choose between escaping the town or being pulled under like everyone before him. But in Whisper Creek, every road circles back, and no one leaves without paying a price.
