No terror is so heart stopping, so breathtaking, as the terror of the unknown. Facing it is bad enough, but to have it remain constantly behind you is the very essence of fright. Jim Beecher is being followed, and whatever is dogging him, has footsteps that fit perfectly to his own, they even stop when he stops. It's like they have stepped into his actual shoes. Could it be the ghosts from his past catching up with him?