Banshee

Death is coming... Benton has always dreamed through the eyes of killers. But recently, his dreams have changed into an unreadable pattern of shapes and screams. Death is coming, he can feel it in his bones, but he can't tell who's next in line. In a desperate attempt to organize his thoughts, Benton travels to a sleep center in a neighboring town. It's a short distance, only a few hours along a deserted highway, but there's nothing easy about the journey. The lonesome road is plagued with mystery and murder. Lost souls linger along the highway...furious, violent, and relentless souls. They're constantly searching for others to join them in death. Benton can see them. They can definitely see him. Getting to the center is torturous but what he finds is worse than anything he could have ever imagined. A violent storm is brewing. Demonic forces ride the raging winds and become a swarm that seeks to destroy all life it encounters. Their eyes are set on Fort Wayward and if Benton can't warn the unsuspecting town, the demons will claim every last soul. The storm is coming. The spirits are rising. And death lingers on the highway of the lost...