The night before his eighteenth birthday, Toby Kellerman fell ninety feet down a well. Seven weeks passed in what he describes as “suspension h***,” a rotating bed for spinal cord injuries compounded by bone breaks. Able to move only his arms and watch life through an adjustable mirror, Toby had plenty of time to think about how he got there. Somebody had pushed him.

He could clearly remember running footsteps as he stared into the black well with his two younger sisters. They’d been on family vacation. Nobody knew them. There was no motive.

An Anglican priest, on an evening stroll past the site, saw the brother and two sisters but nobody else. It had been dark. The police started to believe the attempted murderer could have been one of Toby’s sisters. Grace was a bouncy, bubbly 15-year-old with a ton of friends. Trinity was “special.” With a stratospheric IQ, the 11-year-old had trouble talking and was considered a cutter, thanks to a compulsive habit of scratching her face. But Toby had developed a special bond after she’d been mauled by a dog six years earlier.

With the help of a girl on his rehab ward, Toby begins to see that the accident smells of a haunting. He never paid much attention to local Lake Indor rot about a witch with a meat hook, but investigation has him realizing that the 18th century orphan likely died falling down a well...and likely the same well he went down.

It’s not a comfortable position, being totally confined, while things start to move around the room, drawers begin to open and shut by themselves, and someone or something keeps pulling off the sock in his blind spot and scratching his leg.

Where is the truth? Has he unwittingly picked up a malevolent spirit, or is he imagining it all to protect his beloved youngest sister?