Is it the nature of monsters to be drawn to the dark, or is it fear which drives them to hide within its empty embrace? All Theodore Villin has ever known is hiding from his own monsters—be that the feminine stranger he sees in the mirror, the sinful cravings that claw at the pits of his stomach, or the devil Father Thompson says has taken root in his very soul. His running never ends. But when the abandoned manor atop Widow’s Peak is purchased at last, Theodore finds himself surrounded by monsters he does not wish to hide from. An artist who paints death and decay. A ghost being devoured by the wallpaper. And himself, whose monster lingers behind his teeth and waits. He need only open his mouth, and eat.