AND THERE IT WAS. And it as an IT because he couldn't comprehend what it was he was looking at. His first thought was that it was a shadow cast by the chimney, but the sun was too high for that to be so. Next sooty residue from the chimney, but there'd been rain several times since the last time he'd lit the fire near on three months ago. Perhaps it was a stain that had etched into the corrugated iron, but if that was so why was it moving? And moving toward him. In an attempt to leave the aggravation of city life behind him, Clyde Filimore moves to the small country town of Welcome, taking up residence in the historical Macarthur House. A house that quickly becomes a home, until he begins to experience strange and otherwordly occurrences that lead to the discovery of a diary of the house's former residents, and what he reads is beyond his writers most vivid imaginations, and so it begins. Sucked into a dark past that will take him and his new best friend, Sandy Harold Meriwether (are you daft, Clyde?), on a journey to the darkest depths of hell and beyond the stars. Will they be able to free the tortured souls from the demon that is tormenting them? Will Clyde cede to the obsession part of the diary has invoked in him?