Michael Davis

A bizarre late-night text message from a friend sends a woman's quiet evening hurtling into violent madness, with only one hope of salvation.

A year after the death of their friend, a coven of witches point fingers at each other as they try to narrow down who's out to get them... or what.

It's 3AM and I can't sleep. Some kind of sleep demon has attached itself to me. I've found a 3AM ritual that will prove it is there, watching. Always watching.