Murder, lies, suicide, and betrayal. Evelyn Edern kicks back a fistful of sleeping pills, but instead of death a voice haunts her existence. "Your dreams are my survival." There is an entity, the Storyteller, in Evelyn Edern's head and it's unearthing a past best forgotten. Is she mad, or are her thoughts just pure evil? Now she must walk into darkness, fearing none of it. The Storyteller is here now, green eyes laying claim to her soul. God help her, she loves this darkness.... "...In every sleep, a little death...."