Mary Fisher is a woman of many layers—some painted in acrylic, some buried under years of loss, love, and unspeakable things glimpsed through her six senses. She's a single mom with a dry wit, a soft spot for dogs, and a talent for holding herself together with duct tape and sarcasm.

She grew up in the shadow of something unsolved—something that clawed its way into her dreams and never left. Now, a cursed ring has awakened those shadows, and Mary finds herself pulled into a mystery that spans generations, bloodlines, and lifetimes.

But she’s not just a survivor.
She’s a creator. A seeker. A storm wrapped in flannel and eyeliner.

Tamara didn’t sign up for psychic visions, skeleton men in top hats, or magical rings with attitude—but here she is, snacks packed, boundaries set, and ready to help Mary unravel a generational curse.

A licensed therapist with a love for structured journals, herbal tea, and calling out nonsense when she sees it, Tamara is the definition of ride or die. She's the first to call bullsh*t, the last to run, and somehow always knows when someone needs a hug, a hex, or a hard truth.

She may not have psychic powers, but she is the reason Mary hasn’t spontaneously combusted from emotional overload. And if you threaten her best friend?

Let’s just say she’s got crystals—and she knows how to use them.

Once a vibrant young woman with a sharp mind and an artist’s soul, Margaret's life was violently shattered one winter night in Hallows Edge. Found barely alive and left for dead, she survived—but at a cost. Now mute and living in a quiet retirement home, Margaret exists in the margins of her own story, her memories fragmented and buried deep. But there’s something in her eyes—something watching, remembering. She may hold the key to the mystery that haunts Mary’s past... and the darkness that refuses to die.

Julian Winter isn’t your average small-town bookseller. With his tea-tinted glasses, cryptic tattoos, and wardrobe that whispers ghost with impeccable taste, he’s as unreadable as the tomes he keeps under lock and key.

He owns Curiosities & Quills, a hidden gem of a shop tucked between a dry cleaner and a vegan apothecary—because of course he does. You won’t find it unless it wants to be found.

He knows more than he lets on. About the town. About the murders. About Mary.

And beneath the suspenders and smooth charm, there’s a tension that never quite leaves his shoulders—like a man forever listening for something only he can hear.

Eccentric, enigmatic, and entirely unapologetic, Stevie Sybil is the local witch Thornbrook whispers about—but only the brave seek her out. With her mismatched skirts, sharp tongue, and eyes that seem to see straight through time, Stevie knows more than she ever lets on. Keeper of forgotten lore and unlikely mentor, she walks the thin line between mystic and mischief-maker. For Mary, she’s a reluctant guide into a world where nothing is as it seems—and where magic always comes with a price.

He comes when the veil is thinnest—when the wind shifts and shadows stretch too long. The Skeleton Man is no ghost, no mere nightmare. He is the echo of vengeance dressed in a decaying coat and a top hat worn smooth by centuries. His cane taps a slow rhythm, like a death knell on hardwood. And his eyes—frozen shards of blue ice—see everything: your guilt, your fear, your bloodline. He does not breathe. He does not sleep. He remembers.
And he is coming.

He’s not just a raven. At least… not anymore. Edgar appeared when the veil thinned, black feathers glinting like ink in candlelight, eyes too knowing for comfort. He perches where he pleases, observes what others miss, and has a knack for showing up precisely when he shouldn’t. Whether he’s a messenger, a guardian, or something far older, one thing is certain: Edgar is watching.
And if you’re wise, you’ll listen when he caws.

Frank Feldman doesn’t believe in ghosts—but that doesn’t mean they aren’t following him. A seasoned detective with a sharp mind and a tired soul, he’s seen more than his fair share of strange in Ashcroft County. Pragmatic to a fault, Frank relies on evidence, instinct, and black coffee. But the deeper he’s pulled into Mary’s world of shattered timelines and cursed objects, the more he’s forced to question what’s real… and what’s hunting them all. He may not believe in the supernatural—
but it certainly believes in him.

Blunt, sceptical, and not one for small talk, Rick Hessler is the kind of cop who likes things that make sense—facts, timelines, suspects. So when bodies resurface and witnesses speak in riddles, he’s the first to scoff… and the last to sleep. Partnered with Feldman, Hessler’s the hammer to Frank’s scalpel, but even he can’t deny that something unnatural is creeping through Thornbrook. He doesn’t trust magic, mirrors, or people who claim to see the dead—but when the case turns personal, he’ll follow the truth wherever it leads. Even if it’s straight into hell.

A woman forged in fire and frost, Mirah Fisher carried secrets behind her quiet eyes—secrets that refused to die with her. An immigrant with a past she rarely spoke of, she raised Mary with equal parts fierce love and silent sorrow. To outsiders, she was eccentric. To those who truly knew her, she was otherworldly. She saw things others couldn’t, felt things that didn’t belong to her… and warned Mary never to ignore the signs. Even in death, Mirah’s presence lingers—soft as moth wings, sharp as broken glass. And her story isn’t finished yet.

John Richter was never the kind of man to stay gone. With a presence like thunder before a storm, he haunted Mirah Fisher’s life with a mix of charm, fury, and long, bitter silences. He loved hard, disappeared harder, and always left things unfinished. To Mary, he was a riddle wrapped in bruises—part father, part ghost, part wound that never closed.
And just when she thought the past was buried, Richter begins to stir again.

Dependable, grounded, and quietly protective, David Fisher is the kind of man who fixes what's broken—except the past. The eldest of the Fisher siblings still carries the weight of a childhood shaped by secrets, silence, and a mother who saw more than she ever explained. A man of few words and steady hands, David never stopped looking out for Mary, even when she pushed him away. He doesn't believe in magic or curses… but when the shadows start creeping back into their lives, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his sister safe.
Even if it means facing things he’s spent decades trying to forget.

Fiercely independent with a wit sharp enough to cut glass, Lily Fisher is her mother’s daughter—even if she’d never admit it out loud. Raised in the space between Mary’s strength and silence, Lily learned early how to hold her own. Pragmatic, sarcastic, and whip-smart, she’s built a life that makes sense—one without ghosts, visions, or the weight of family secrets. But when the past claws its way into the present, Lily is pulled into a world she’s spent years denying.
And she may have more of Mary’s gift—and curse—than she ever realised.

Easygoing, observant, and disarmingly kind, Jason Monroe has always been the calm at the centre of Mary’s storm. Quick with a joke and loyal to a fault, he sees more than he lets on—and feels even deeper. While his sister keeps the world at arm’s length, Jason leans in, curious and compassionate. He doesn’t claim to understand the strange things happening around his mother, but he believes her—no questions asked.
And when the darkness comes knocking, Jason won’t just stand by. He’ll fight for the people he loves… even if he has to face the impossible.