Robert
I find myself on a raft on Lake Mørkved, pursued by both the living and the dead. The muzzle of a gun pressed against my neck could save me from the Witch and Death but also prevent me from breaking the curse cast upon us all. How could things go this wrong?

Øyerstad
The sign welcoming you to Øyerstad is worn and torn, and if you blink, you might just miss it – the little village nestled deep in the forests of rural Norway. Everyone in Øyerstad thinks they know everyone in Øyerstad. They don’t.

The Circus
The Phantoms sway eerily outside the tent, where the scents of sweets, popcorn, grease, and oil mix with the stench of excrement. Hooves and claws scrape against iron grating. Something prowls out there, where light becomes dark, a deeper shadow within the shadows, ready to tear apart anything in its path.

It’s 1989. Robert Baastad, his family, and friends navigate their seemingly ordinary lives in Øyerstad, a village nestled deep in the forests and cornfields of Indre Østfold. Robert races through the streets on his Apache bike, his little brother Fredrik pedalling furiously behind on his BMX. They are the Hulk and Spider-Man, famous football stars, and the highest-paid actors—whoever they want to be. They fly past the gas station near their house, their grandparents’ home, and across the road, abandoning their bikes as they dash toward the kiosk. It’s Saturday. Scattered houses stand silent across the Haugen fields, framed by golden corn, blue skies, and vibrant green grass.

They are oblivious to the darkness that lies beneath. Mysterious deaths, disappearances, and vengeful spirits stain hidden layers with blood red, grief-stricken black, and the sickly brown of rotting flesh. Something watches from the depths of the forests, lurks in the shadowed hills, and peers out from soulless windows. Something stirs beneath the surface of the bottomless Nixie pond.

Something dark is waiting. Watching.