Twelve year old Lillith dwells within a house where fear is commonplace and the dead linger. A house where the things that go bump in the night once had names. It was them, the very reason for her existence. She was predestined to guard them while they lingered and to carry, on her small shoulders, their sins. Then one day, her destiny fulfilled, she would join the others to linger. Everyone is destined for something, but not everyone can linger.