Jeb Merryweather has one last chance to get his life back on track after his NFL career was cut short by injury and his life spiralled out of control. Divorced, nearly broke, and just out of rehab, he returns home after seven years to renovate the old church, school and house up Boucher Hill on the outskirts of town. In the school, he finds an ugly old wooden chair.Back in the day, they called it the Pastor's Chair. It once sat in the corner of the old church school on the hill in Babylon Georgia. A place where naughty children were forced to sit. But no child wanted to sit in it more than once, as it whispered dark evil thoughts into their minds. They did not know the true origins of the chair, or what secret it held.He hadn't forgotten how small towns like this were built like Venice in Italy, on canals of hidden secrets.

Jeb Merryweather has one last chance to get his life back on track after his NFL career was cut short by injury and his life spiralled out of control. Divorced, nearly broke, and just out of rehab, he returns home after seven years to renovate the old church, school and house up Boucher Hill on the outskirts of town. In the school, he finds an ugly old wooden chair.Back in the day, they called it the Pastor's Chair. It once sat in the corner of the old church school on the hill in Babylon Georgia. A place where naughty children were forced to sit. But no child wanted to sit in it more than once, as it whispered dark evil thoughts into their minds. They did not know the true origins of the chair, or what secret it held.He hadn't forgotten how small towns like this were built like Venice in Italy, on canals of hidden secrets.

Jeb Merryweather has one last chance to get his life back on track after his NFL career was cut short by injury and his life spiralled out of control. Divorced, nearly broke, and just out of rehab, he returns home after seven years to renovate the old church, school and house up Boucher Hill on the outskirts of town. In the school, he finds an ugly old wooden chair.Back in the day, they called it the Pastor's Chair. It once sat in the corner of the old church school on the hill in Babylon Georgia. A place where naughty children were forced to sit. But no child wanted to sit in it more than once, as it whispered dark evil thoughts into their minds. They did not know the true origins of the chair, or what secret it held.He hadn't forgotten how small towns like this were built like Venice in Italy, on canals of hidden secrets.