Let Him Breathe

In the dying mill town of Garrison, Maine, the ground begins to hum.At first it's only a faint vibration—power lines singing, phones buzzing, animals freezing in place. Then the itch starts. An unbearable, bone-deep compulsion that turns ordinary people into frantic diggers, clawing at dirt, asphalt, even their own floors with bleeding hands and broken nails. They don't know why. They only know th...