Beneath Jim Stokes’s shirt is a scar, one last horrific reminder of his old job in the police force. Beneath the everyday normality of the village Stormark is a shameful secret, haunting people’s dreams. Beneath the floorboards of the lake house is a hatch, sealed and forgotten for years until Stokes opens it up. Beneath them all is blackness, and unheard screams, and scratching sounds in the night… …and her whispers.