The spirits aren’t the only thing rising. Following the end of a long-term relationship, Timothy returns to Port Davinica, his home city searching for a fresh start. He soon finds a dream apartment, and equally dreamy roommate, but all is not what it seems. Strange happenings and long buried secrets come to the fore, leading Timothy to question his very sanity. Will he be able to put the ghosts of the past to bed and end up with his soul mate? Excerpt: Timothy Waters had the distinct impression that he was being watched. His hand hovered just over the page with a blood-red pencil gripped tightly between his fingers. He was preparing to turn around and confront the intruder when he was startled by a flying blur of blackness. Timothy jumped in fright, as his sketchbooks scattered and pencils went tumbling off onto the polished floorboards joined shortly afterward by his Superman figurine. “Mikey!” exclaimed Timothy, as he bent over and began to pick up the mess. Timothy turned to face the bed and looked at the thoroughly unrepentant kitty, who was now sitting amongst the pillows, cleaning his silky, midnight-black fur and purring contentedly. He wasn’t truly cross with the frisky feline but he would’ve preferred that Mikey - whose full name was Michelangelo - refrain from the almost daily high-speed circuits of his room. Mikey was rather an affectionate thing and usually came in for snuggles every morning, even though Timothy would have preferred an entirely different wild creature in his bed. Beggars can’t be choosers. Technically, Mikey wasn’t actually his, but belonged to the apartment that Timothy had moved into a month beforehand - well as much as a cat would consent to belonging to anything. The owner of the apartment, Miles, in addition to being a strapping specimen with a swarthy complexion, was also his roommate. He was around Timothy’s age with a head of dark curls, crystal-blue eyes and a dusting of short dark hair on his arms and legs that drove Timothy to
