The fog rolls in wrong-against the wind, swallowing the path behind you. A hospice room stays occupied six days after the last patient died. A wardrobe moves three inches to the left every night, and the night porter has been writing it all down for eleven years. Ten stories. Ten places where the dead haven't finished. In When the Veil Thins, Fiona Mapleton delivers a collection of paranormal tales that trade cheap thrills for something harder to shake: the slow, creeping certainty that some presences don't fade, some houses don't forget, and some doors, once opened, stay open. Not every ghost wants to hurt you. Some just want to be noticed. That might be worse.