One year has passed since a string of vicious murders shocked the quiet block of Goshen Street. While deep scars remain for the survivors, William Parson lays in his hospital bed tormented by the murders committed by his hand, but not of his will. Completely paralyzed, he has no means to communicate. Thought to be in a vegetative state, and utterly despised, he is deprived of music, books, movies or even a single soul to speak to him. Was he possessed? Did he just snap? At least he can't hurt anyone ever again. Unless he was telling the truth...
