A quaint hobby farm? Or is it a gateway to hell?
Paige and her family sunk everything they had to move out from the crime-infested city to this place in the country. Sure the house is old, but it's right by the water and has large outbuildings. They could barely afford this rural retreat, but it's a perfect place for the children. The occasional thud and creaking floors at night are natural, and of course to be expected in a century home.
But then...things become odd...The family photo in the living room will never stay straight, no mattter how many times they adjust it. Odd...
Then become weird... When little Avril squeals with delight, playing peek-a-boo with an imaginary friend, they are uneasy. She's never done that before? Even Barney, their lumbering, gentle dog senses that something's wrong. Time and again, he stares, snarling at an empty closet. Things become ominous when Paige and her sister learn about this farm's horrific past. Other families tried to establish a home at Larkspur. Some fled with only the clothes on their backs. Others died. Horribly. It all comes to a head on a dark night of terror.
Caution--read this with the lights on. All of them.