
Grief is messy. Family can be, too. When thirty-something Louise Joyner returns to Charleston after her parents are killed in a car accident, she’s ready to settle arguments, clean out the house, and get back to her daughter. But the old brick ranch on McCants hides decades of secrets, a hoarder’s load of puppets and dolls from her mother’s church ministry, and a brother, Mark, who won’t stop poking at old wounds.
The house won’t let them finish anything. TVs switch on by themselves. A hammer is never where it should be. Dolls move. And then there’s Pupkin, the bright red-and-yellow hand puppet that taught Bible stories to kids, tucked Louise in at night, and made her feel watched. It turns out Pupkin never grew up — and he holds a grudge. As a childhood accident rises from the past and the siblings are dragged from denial through anger and bargaining toward a terrible truth, the haunting gets personal.
This isn’t “sell the house, sage the rooms, and leave.” It’s a heart-pounding fight to free a sick family story from the walls, rescue a child, and finally bring home a boy who never made it to his grave. Grady Hendrix turns a haunted-house tale into a relentless, moving story about shame, love, and the cost of pretending nothing bad ever happened.