Jarron Marshall should have worried when he saw the open door. But he was so sure he had nothing worth stealing. Nothing worth a break-in. Certainly nothing worth his life. He was wrong. If he'd known what was going to happen to him - what doors his injury would open - he would have turned around and walked the other way.

Because nothing in his past could ever have prepared him for the terror of his present. For visions living eyes were never meant to see. For voices better left unheard. And, as he's trapped in a power play between science and technology, Jarron finds it's not the only battle he's caught in - and that power plays aren't limited to the living. The "door" is open - in more ways than one.

Jarron is discovering new things about himself, on a daily basis. Things he wishes he never knew. And, as time goes by, and his questionable gifts manifest themselves in everything from spectral visions, to painted illusions, he begins to suspect he's going to be forever doomed - to capturing grave images.