It's in your house
You think you've built your dream house. But you're wrong. Dead wrong. You think you've built the perfect place for you and your husband to raise your kids. But listen to the warnings. The whispers in the night. The threats scrawled on the walls. Someone wants your family dead.
It's in your mirror
Can't you see? In the window. In the bathroom mirror. Even in the chrome of the teakettle. It's the reflection of a weeping woman. Who is it? Can it be your poor mother, who just died? What happened to her? What scarred her face? What is she trying to tell you?
It's in your head