A small-town occult horror for fans of Mona Awad’s Bunny and Grady Hendrix’s The Final Girl Support Group, blending ritual magic, toxic friendship, and queer terror in New England.

Witchcraft was just a game. Until the bodies started piling up.

Cinnamon Christine Carmichael doesn’t remember the killings. Not at first. But the blood on her hands, the whispers in her head, and the smile on her best friend Hedda’s face say enough. Something has been unleashed—and it’s using them to grow.

Two teenagers are burned alive in a corn maze as the crowd watches, paralyzed, filming every second. It’s the latest in a string of ritualistic murders that defy explanation. Sheriff Henry McGinty has seen a lot in his time—but nothing like this.

So he calls in Sister Eve.

Eve sees what others can’t: echoes of the dead, glimpses of the future. But this time, the visions are fragmented. Wrong. As if something is blocking her sight. Something old. Something evil. Something wearing the face of her mother, reincarnated in the body of a teenage girl.

As Halloween nears, Cinnamon’s coven races to complete a ritual that could bring the Devil himself to earth—and Eve, Henry, and irreverent deputy Fink may be the last line of defense between our world and utter damnation.

Once the spell begins, it can't be undone.

And Hell is already watching.