Stillwater [PREORDER November 2026]

Fate is a fickle creature, is he not? Sunday My name is Sunday Mourning. Yes, you heard that correctly. And no, I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about the fact I’m having a dry spell, or that I’m about to lose my job because I told a kid to screw off. And I definitely don’t want to talk about the fact that my impromptu nosebleeds have just proven the existence of the occult. Bellamy After my marriage rots apart, I take a leap of faith and pursue a job at a museum in Salem. It feels like a lifeline, the perfect opportunity for a fresh start. That is until I stumble upon their resident taxidermist, a ghost from my past I’d thought I’d never see again. But when Sunday gets himself into a spot of my particular brand of trouble and realizes that I was never joking when I said I could see dead people, it seems like our tattered past might stitch itself together again.