Virus expert Anna Grey is disturbed when a dying patient is wheeled past
her lab vomiting fountains of blood and screaming like a banshee. To
make matters worse, when she examines the man's corpse, she could swear
she hears him whisper: 'Get it out of me.' John Patrick Bridges is dead.
He's definitely dead. But if he's dead - how is he talking?
Anna wonders if she's going mad. But then a second man haemorrhages and
dies; yet Anna hears him whisper, 'Please help me.'
There is no such thing as demons, Anna tells herself. But cynical
fortune-teller Harry Erskine knows otherwise and a series of extremely
disturbing events are forcing him from his Miami home towards the
bereaved Anna, who as yet has little idea of the evil she is facing . .
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