Nine year old Baron (going on ten) is seeing things and he’s unsure of what to do; should he run or should he face these apparitions, these figures that seem to have a hold on his senses? Are they just figments of his imagination, or are they not? How does a child face such a dilemma, alone?
His life hasn’t always been this complicated, this uncertain. As a matter of fact, it was normal, with parents, a house, friends, and typical school life, but everything changed when he woke that fateful morning, in that group home, for reasons unknown. Technically, he’s an orphan, yet his parents are likely very much alive; why would they willingly leave him behind?
