I never believed in ghosts—until Victor Pascow came to me in the night.\n\nI’m Dr. Louis Creed, an ER physician who traded Boston’s chaos for Ludlow’s quiet. My wife Rachel, our daughter Ellie, baby Gage, and I moved here for peace. But peace has a way of rotting from the inside.\n\nVictor died on my table—dragged half a mile by a truck. That night, he stood at the foot of my bed, covered in blood, whispering, 'Don’t go beyond the pet cemetery.' I woke up with mud on my feet.\n\nNow, Church is dead—hit by the same trucks that killed Victor. Jud says there’s a place. A burial ground. Older than the town. It brings things back.\n\nBut not right.\n\nAnd Gage… God, Gage was just playing by the road.\n\nJud’s holding a shovel. The rain won’t stop.\n\nHe looks at me and says, 'You know what you have to do.'\n\nDo I? Can I really do this?