Something is terribly wrong with the beautiful old Winston home. When Tabitha Johnson moves in she begins experiencing very erotic and extremely frightening dreams.
Some believe that dreams are nothing more than the brain processing and cataloging the days events. In New Hope, dreams can be just as real...and far more dangerous than anything experienced while awake. Tabitha Johnson found out the old house she moved into was previously owned by two other women. Both of them died lonely and unloved. Tabitha is left with...a choice, discover the identity of her mysterious dream lover, or become the third lonely victim of that beautiful old home.
Late Friday afternoon, Tabitha Johnson flipped off the lights in her yoga studio and stepped out the front door. She turned to insert the key into the lock and glanced back inside. A sliver of light shone under the door to the back office. Damn, I knew I forgot something. She trotted back and opened the door, but the lights were off. An icy breeze blew through her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. What happened to the lights, and where's that draft coming from? The AC is not running. She rubbed her arms to stave off the goosebumps.
Something shoved her through the doorway and slammed the door behind her.
Oh, God, somebody's in here. Get the door open! She tried to turn, but something caught her and pinned her to the wall.
"Please don't hurt me!"
It pressed itself fully against her. God, he's squashing me. Tabitha flailed wildly, but the more she struggled the less she could move. "Let me go!"
Muffled laughter and heavy breathing resonated through the darkened room, coming from everywhere all at once. How many of them are in here? Oh, God, is it a whole gang? What are they going to do to me? How did they get in here? I don't have time for this, I'm going to be late. Wallace will be pissed if I don't have dinner ready. "What do you want?"
A whisper came from the darkness. "You."
Is this a robbery? "What do you want from me? I don't keep money here. My clients pay with cards." They don't want money, dummy, they want you. You know what that means, your pussy. Oh, God, no, please not that. These have to be those hoods who keep hanging around in the parking lot, staring in through the window. I knew I should have called the cops on them.
An old woman's voice came from somewhere in the darkness. "I want your attention, Tabitha."
Is their grandmother in the gang? "You've got it, now please, tell these guys to let me go!"
"Stop fighting and listen. You're such a vibrant young thing, so full of life. It's an awful shame that you will come to such a horrible end."
"What are you talking about? Who are you?"
"No one, not anymore. They murdered me, Tabitha."
"Murdered? You're talking to me."
"It is up to you now."
"It's up to me to, what, catch a murderer for you?"
"I am dead, you can't help me, but you are still very much alive for now."
They want to kill me? No. Why would they want to kill me? I haven't done anything to them.
"Where are you and why are they holding me? Please let me go. At least turn on the lights so I can see."
"Be quiet and listen. Evil is coming for you, Tabitha. It will destroy those you love, then spill your blood to free it from its bindings."
"Well, what can I do about it? I'm just a yoga instructor."
"The solution is simple."
"Okay, great, let's have it already. I'm running kind of late."
"You must win the love of one man."