​It was supposed to be just another boring babysitting gig—until the old grandfather clock started ticking backwards. She leaned closer, certain the clock’s hands were moving faster with each tick. It...

Chapter 1 Fog ​The fog had been clinging to Briarholt Manor for three days straight, as if it knew what lay hidden in the cellar. Evelyn stood at the edge of the drive, suitcase in hand, wondering if ...