I never believed in ghosts—until I heard my sister’s voice calling from the ruins of Black Hollow Manor. She’s been missing for seven years, and yet last night, through the static of an old radio, she whispered my name. Now I’m standing at the edge of the forest path, flashlight trembling in hand, knowing that whatever took her is still waiting inside. This isn’t just a search anymore. It’s a reckoning.

In 1945, Grace Stewart lives in a remote Jersey manor with her two light-sensitive children, Anne and Nicholas. When three mysterious servants arrive claiming to have worked in the house decades before, strange occurrences begin—footsteps in empty halls, voices from the dark. Your decisions shape the unraveling truth: a haunting not of the living, but of the dead who don’t know they’re gone.