In 1875 . . . 

Faith! Come quick, I must see you! Before it’s too late! 

 

I called and called but no one could hear me. Ma and Pa will be so sad. But they must understand. I'm just a young girl who loves her horse. Now fate has dealt me a final blow, and Faith will no longer be by my side. 

 

Today . . . 

Late at night when the moon is full and the temperature is just right, the ghost of a young girl rises out of mist that forms over the marsh. No one knows who she is or why she appears, but for years it has been rumored that she roams around the old deserted farmhouse and beyond, searching . . . searching. Abi’s ability to see into others’ souls, even those of the departed, can’t fail her now. Who is this ghost? Where is she bound? Abi has a week to find out.