HAUNTED HERSELF She is haunted by her own life. Eleanor always knew the house at the end of Birchwood Lane was waiting for her. She felt it as a girl, walking past its gate on the way to school. She felt it again, decades later, the moment she convinced her husband Charles to move their family back to her hometown and into the house itself. Now the footsteps have started. They cross the upstairs hallway when no one is home. They learn her routine, her rhythms, the exact minute she steps into the kitchen each evening. Her son Sammy has a friend in the backyard playhouse, an older boy with no name, who Sammy insists isn't there at all. Windows knock in the dead of night. A sink breaks and is fixed before it ever breaks. Nothing in this house stays where she left it, including time itself. Eleanor is certain something else lives in these walls alongside her family. Something that knows her better than she knows herself. Something that has been waiting a very long time to be let back in. It will take someone outside the house, someone who has watched Eleanor from across the fence for years, to finally tell her story the way it actually happened. By then, she will already have walked every hallway searching for a ghost that was never anywhere but inside her own mind, looking for a way home. A literary horror novel, HAUNTED HERSELF asks what happens when the most frightening thing in a house is the truth no one has the heart to say out loud.