One Crooked Thing

You saw it. Something moved in the dark part of the room, but but now it's gone. Creaking floorboards. Footsteps. You heard them, and other sounds too. Were they whispers? But no one else was around. Those things really happened, didn't they? Ren Larson is about to find out. In 1947, just after World War II, Larson, a veteran- turned-police-detective finds himself investigating a series of connected murders. They might be a routine case; more blood on the streets of Los Angeles. Or they might be evidence of an insidious occult plot ensnaring his soul. Because he's suffering from "war nerves," he can't be sure of what's true. The doctor says all he needs is to take those little white pills and he'll be just fine. Just fine. Of course, medicines can't erase all the dead bodies piling up around him. When the only people who can help him die one by one in gruesome incidents, he must learn that demons come in all shapes and sizes before he completely loses his slipping grip on reality.