Oakridge doesn't make toys anymore. Not since the factory shut down thirty years back, after the last owner went mad and the night watchman was found torn to pieces. People in town stopped talking about it. Some moved away. Others drank more. But the dolls-those perfect little faces-never really left.
Emily Harris never fit in, not in Oakridge, not anywhere. But she always believed stories meant something. So when whispers about the old factory start up again-lights in the windows, voices after dark-she grabs her recorder and starts asking questions.
But questions have teeth.
As the past claws its way to the surface, Emily finds herself caught in something older and darker than she ever imagined. Something buried in the brickwork of the factory. Something that sees her.
With the help of a broken-down historian, a local ghost chaser with a drinking problem, and a few townsfolk who know more than they're saying, Emily races to uncover the truth. The dolls were just the beginning.
And some things don't stay buried. Not forever.