Michael Omer

I never wanted to move to Narrowdale. And doing so at the beginning of my freshman year of high school? Ugh, this is going to be the worst year ever. But it turns out that getting used to a new school is the least of my problems. There's creepy whistling outside my window every night. I'm having the same spine-chilling nightmares over and over again. Sleep deprived, I begin to listen to vague and cryptic warnings of a scary homeless guy. Is something...