Not many know about the home at 1300 Brookshire Lane, or what goes on inside of the white, aged and weathered Victorian style home. Yet, residents nearby will tell you of the flickering lights from random room windows, and the periodic faint high pitch tone of what sounds like a whistle, coming from the dark forest behind it. Owen is all too excited to move into this sizeable two-story home with his children, but soon discovers himself questioning whether or not something, or someone is present in the home with them. The grim, negative energy weighs heavier by the day. Every room feels of vexed, desperate eyes pursuing their every move. Furniture moves, doors slam shut, and shadows seem to inhabit every dark corner.

With no where else to go, Owen finds help and discovers one thing for sure. The house wants something, and it will not rest until it has it.