IN THE HOUSE

The Hinterkaifeck Murders — A True Documented Case of an Unidentified Presence (Germany, 1922)

EDITORIAL REVIEW

Horror & Terror
A relentless descent into procedural evil, this novel replaces jump scares with suffocating inevitability, delivering terror that escalates through silence, removal, and irreversible consequence.

Psychological Depth
Rather than explaining its horror, the story documents it—showing how human bodies, choices, and identities are methodically reduced until resistance itself becomes the final threat.

Literary Impact
Cold, disciplined, and devastating, this is prestige horror that lingers long after the final page, proving that the most frightening monsters are systems that never need to announce themselves.

IN THE HOUSE

The Hinterkaifeck Murders — A True Documented Case of an Unidentified Presence (Germany, 1922)

In 1922, six people were murdered on an isolated farm in Bavaria.

They were not attacked all at once.
They were removed individually.

Someone had already been sleeping in the house.
Footsteps crossed the attic at night.
Tools were handled.
Food was touched.

Each victim was drawn away from safety and struck at close range with a farm tool.
The first blow did not always kill.
Bone broke.
Teeth shattered.
Bodies collapsed into straw and dirt while the next person waited inside, unaware.

There was no rush.
No panic.
No attempt to flee.

After the final body stopped moving, the house remained active.

Hands were washed.
Food was cooked and eaten at the family table.
Livestock was fed on schedule.
The weapon was cleaned of blood and returned to storage.

Footprints appeared in fresh snow leading from the forest to the house — none led away.

Police later acknowledged the possibility that the killer never left the property at all.

IN THE HOUSE documents the events of The Hinterkaifeck Murders not as a mystery, but as a recorded act of occupation, execution, and continuation. Drawing on original reports, witness statements, and physical evidence, this novel places the reader inside a home where human life was systematically erased — and replaced by something that behaved as if the killings were only part of the work.

This was not rage.
Not theft.
Not revenge.

It was a presence that studied the house, dismantled its occupants, and carried on afterward without urgency.

No arrest was ever made.
No explanation ever fit.

And nothing ever proved the house was empty when it was finally entered.