Richard Walt has never not seen ghosts.

In the almost-winterless north, they're just part of the scenery. Some lean on fence posts, whilst others stand under coastal pohutukawa trees. Quietly watching the Opua ferry drift across the harbour like they're waiting for someone who never came home. Richard thinks everyone can see them... until the night something scratches at his bedroom door, a voice he doesn't recognise whispers, "Don't open that door."

After this event happens, Richard's family moves into an old house in Hamilton. The house to him resembles a thin, bone-coloured relic. This home just happens to be perched above a street famous for accidents and unfortunate events.

The ghosts get louder.

You can leave a haunted house. You can't leave a haunted self.

As Richard's warnings go unheard, accidents mount and shadows grow teeth. He has to decide what kind of door-opener he's going to be: the boy who lets monsters in... or the one who learns how to face them, head-on.

Because some doors, once opened, never close and this is just the beginning or the first book Richard Walt has ever written, finely detailing or remembering his ghostly past.