A canny young woman is struggling to survive by perpetrating various levels of mostly harmless fraud. On a rainy April morning, she is reading auras at Spiritual Palms when Susan Burke walks in. A keen observer of human behavior, our unnamed narrator immediately diagnoses beautiful, rich Susan as an unhappy woman eager to give her lovely life a drama injection. However, when the "psychic" visits the eerie Victorian home that has been the source of Susan's terror and grief, she realizes she may not have to pretend to believe in ghosts anymore. Miles, Susan's teenage stepson, doesn't help matters with his disturbing manner and grisly imagination. The three are soon locked in a chilling battle to discover where the evil truly lurks and what, if anything, can be done to escape it.
The first seven or so pages of this short story were about the main character’s career - giving hand jobs. I didn’t need to know quite that much about the subject in general, and it definitely didn’t grab my attention. Instead, I wanted to know about the point of the book - the spooky house and the creepy kid. The psychological scariness was the highlight of the story, and I wish the beginning would have focused more on that. Overall, it was the same in spirit to Gone Girl, but had less room with which to startle the reader.