Beware… The Splitting Man is coming…
A battle as old as time.
A gentle giant of a man, changed.
The living and the dead, allied.
Something ancient stirs beneath Dorset’s soil.
When Sarah and her husband, Tom receive a call for help, they lead their fledgling paranormal team, Haunted Hunters, into the county town Dorchester. They expect to find echoes of the past, cold spots, creaking floorboards, maybe the odd whisper in the dark. What they find, is anything but ordinary. Local legend speaks of various hauntings throughout the years, but recent reports hint at something far more terrifying. Something ancient. Something watching. They will find a scream that never ends.
The town is rotting from the inside. Locals speak of shadows that move against the wind, of voices that crawl through walls, of a name that should never be spoken: the Splitting Man. As the team delves deeper into the mystery, they realise that this is no ordinary haunting. They uncover a supernatural war, one that has raged across centuries, pulling in the innocent and the damned alike. It is devouring the living and corrupting the dead. From ancient forbidding pasts to modern day horrors, one name echoes through the ages with chilling finality.
As the veil between worlds begins to tear, truths and lies will unravel. Henry, a man marked by tragedy, loss, and something far worse will join the fight. Sarah and her team must navigate a world where the dead do not rest. Our reality is bleeding, and rules no longer apply. Everything we think we know will be questioned. Alliances will be forged in desperation. Betrayals will come from beyond the grave. And when the dead themselves begin to fall, the team must face a truth more terrifying than death:
The Splitting Man is not coming.
He’s already here.