Fred Armesto

In the near future, when communications go offline at a remote nuclear power plant isolated in the desert, a young safety inspector, Abby Dixon, is forced to fly out to bring them back online. Once inside the facility, mysterious clues and strange behaviors cause Abby to have doubts about the sanity, and perhaps identities, of the two employees onsite.

A waitress is closing up at the Diner where she works. A sweaty man, seemingly in pain, enters and asks for a coffee. He is soon followed by another peculiar client.

After being assigned to investigate the aftermath of a catastrophic plane crash, an NTSB black box analyst uncovers chilling audio anomalies that no one else seems willing to acknowledge. As he digs deeper for the truth, he provokes powerful forces determined to silence him before he exposes a shocking conspiracy.

In the world of The Dead Ones, those whose lives are cut short by violence do not disappear, they live to haunt the person who killed them.

In the near future, when communications go offline at a remote nuclear power plant isolated in the desert, a young safety inspector, Abby Dixon, is forced to fly out to bring them back online. Once inside the facility, mysterious clues and strange behaviors cause Abby to have doubts about the sanity, and perhaps identities, of the two employees onsite.

A waitress is closing up at the Diner where she works. A sweaty man, seemingly in pain, enters and asks for a coffee. He is soon followed by another peculiar client.

A waitress is closing up at the Diner where she works. A sweaty man, seemingly in pain, enters and asks for a coffee. He is soon followed by another peculiar client.

After being assigned to investigate the aftermath of a catastrophic plane crash, an NTSB black box analyst uncovers chilling audio anomalies that no one else seems willing to acknowledge. As he digs deeper for the truth, he provokes powerful forces determined to silence him before he exposes a shocking conspiracy.

In the world of The Dead Ones, those whose lives are cut short by violence do not disappear, they live to haunt the person who killed them.