Two years later, Riley Ortega has done everything right.
The counseling. The new locks. The careful routines. She told herself the nightmare on Winslow Street was over.
Then Halloween night comes again.
She's babysitting two young boys in a quiet Crestwood house when the local news interrupts with a warning. A dangerous man is on the loose. The description is familiar. Too familiar. And when the streetlight at the end of the block goes dark, the old fear slides back into her body like it never left.
He doesn't speak.
He doesn't rush.
He only comes closer.
Tonight the doors will not hold.
Tonight the past will not stay buried.
And Riley is about to learn that some things refuse to stay dead.