Harry Williams searched desperately for the old fountain pen, but only a mass-produced writing implement poked out from under scattered papers on the desk in his private quarters. He needed to find the old pen. Any letter he wrote with it turned out different, as if the prose took on a life. And the pen had a will of its own as well. Foolish thoughts of an insane man, but it was true. Who would have thought letter writing would have paved his way to the asylum? Harry had become a source of embarrassment to his well-off family, and now he was a joke within the walls of the asylum. His family considered some of his activities, including his obsessive letter writing, rather inappropriate, but Harry couldn’t stop. Fascinated by the rebels, the artists and the outliers, his letters helped him gauge humanity. But the pen had other ideas for Harry. When the pen goes missing the same day a resident is found dead, Harry realizes it’s up to him to determine if the pen is possessed by evil or if someone inside the hospital is a murderer. As if solving a murder is not enough, a letter he wrote with the fountain comes back return to sender. Harry assumes evil has come for his soul, but he’s determined to uncover what’s going on at Barrow Haven before death arrives.