The house has been waiting for them.
Two families. One long-overdue reunion. And a house that's been waiting far too long.
When siblings invite their spouses and children back to their childhood home for a summer vacation, they expect lazy afternoons, shared meals, and maybe the awkward resurfacing of old grudges. What they don't expect is the deafening silence in the halls, the strange smell that clings to their souls, or the way the house seems to notice them.
At first, it's just little things — a locked door that shouldn't be locked, photographs that weren't there yesterday, whispers at night. But soon, the past they thought they'd buried claws its way to the surface. The house knows their secrets. The house knows their sins. And it will not let them leave until they face the truth, or each other.
This is not a homecoming. It's a trap.