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Some houses have rules. Ashdown has a memory. When the Manor starts saying Clara’s name, she learns the first rule: don’t answer back. When Clara Whitlow inherits Ashdown Manor, she expects dust, diaries, and a few family secrets—not a house that listens, answers, and occasionally calls her by name. The first time she becomes trapped behind the panel of the hidden room, the bells in the hall ring on their own, the mirror trembles behind its gauze cover, and a childlike voice whispers her name from the wrong side of the wall. Mr. Thorne, the estate’s quiet historian, and Lila, the ...

A missing woman. A buried truth. A detective on the edge of exposing it all. When Elena Vale, a quiet employee at a respected health nonprofit, suddenly disappears, her case is dismissed as “not urgent.” People walk away. The file gathers dust. Except for one person, Detective Sarah Mitchell. Sarah has handled missing-woman mysteries before, but something about this one unsettles her from the start. Elena left behind unfinished notes, unusual data files, and questions about the organization she worked for, questions no one wants answered. The deeper Sarah digs, the more she realizes ...

When every version of you demands a vote, who decides who you become? The Between doesn’t want Mara broken—it wants her chosen. When the sea begins counting in deliberate waves and the lighthouse across the water starts breathing, Mara Keswick realizes Hollowvale didn’t just traumatize her—it marked her. The first sign is subtle: a wrongness in the tide, a whisper in the pipes, a reflection that lags behind her movements. The second sign is impossible: a crack widening across the horizon, and a silhouette shaped like her stepping through the seam in the world. With Elara and Rowan ...

Every lantern casts a glow. Some cast a warning. Hook Line: The lights were meant to guide the children home—until they started marking the ones who wouldn’t return. When the body of eight-year-old Ava Crowder is found beneath the shattered glass of Eldermere Park’s lantern display, Detective Sarah Bishop knows the case won’t stay small for long. Not when the evidence keeps rearranging itself. Not when every witness remembers something different. The town blames the traveling display. The church blames the parents. But Sarah sees the truth in the details: Ava wasn’t a random ...

Sound remembers what people forget. At 3:17 a.m., Eldermere stops breathing—and the Last Frequency begins. The hum is back. And this time, it’s learned how to travel. Two years after the Hawthorne incident, Lydia Finch thinks she left the Last Frequency behind. But when the town of Eldermere begins to vibrate with a twelve-beat pulse at exactly 3:17 a.m., radios power on without electricity, streetlights blink in perfect rhythm, and old recordings speak in voices that shouldn’t exist, she knows one thing: the pattern has found a new host. With journalist Ben Torres and student ...

Some houses have rules. Ashdown has a memory. When the Manor starts saying Clara’s name, she learns the first rule: don’t answer back. When Clara Whitlow inherits Ashdown Manor, she expects dust, diaries, and a few family secrets—not a house that listens, answers, and occasionally calls her by name. The first time she becomes trapped behind the panel of the hidden room, the bells in the hall ring on their own, the mirror trembles behind its gauze cover, and a childlike voice whispers her name from the wrong side of the wall. Mr. Thorne, the estate’s quiet historian, and Lila, the ...

They didn’t just frame her. They rewrote the entire story. When Detective Sarah Whitmore becomes the city’s most hunted criminal, the only evidence that can save her is the same evidence someone killed to bury. Detective Sarah Whitmore was supposed to expose corruption—not become the face of it. After following a mysterious midnight invitation to a charity gala, Sarah finds herself ambushed, hunted, and suddenly the prime suspect in a crime she didn’t commit. Within hours, her badge photo appears on a breaking-news alert: “Holloway Detective Sought in Connection with Ongoing ...

When graduate student Emily Hawthorne stumbles upon a mysterious envelope left in a locked lecture hall, she assumes it’s a prank—until the contents reveal a chilling link to a decades-old disappearance tied directly to her department. Soon, the halls she once walked with confidence become a maze of whispered rumors, shifting alliances, and unspoken fear. Professors act strangely. Students vanish from class rosters. Files go missing. Someone is trying to erase the past—and anyone who digs too deep. Emily’s only ally is Dr. Nathan Cole, a brilliant but guarded professor with secrets ...

The house is gone. The bloodline isn’t. When Iris returns home, the Ashborne estate doesn’t just remember her—it wants her back. When neuroscientist Dr. Iris Ashborne returns to her family’s long-abandoned manor perched on the fog-lined cliffs of northern Britain, she expects a simple inheritance—dust, paperwork, closure. Instead, she finds a house that seems to breathe with memory, walls that shift when she isn’t looking, and whispers that call her by childhood names she doesn’t remember. With her research assistant Camille at her side, Iris begins to unravel the Ashborne ...

Long before the first confession, there was the first girl they silenced. When Evelyn uncovers the ledger they never meant her to see, the truth doesn’t set her free—it makes her the next target. Before Evelyn Hale ever stepped into St. Bartholomew’s, another girl tried to tell the truth—and the town buried her for it. In 1965, seventeen-year-old Eliza March walked into the church with a list of names, a bruise forming on her jaw, and a story no one wanted to hear. By sunrise, the town called her “hysterical.” By nightfall, she was dead—labeled a tragic accident rather than a ...

Some houses keep memories. Hollowvale keeps victims. When Mara Keswick returns to her childhood home after years of running from her past, she expects old fears to resurface. She does not expect the house to wake for her. Hollowvale House is wrong alive, watching, listening. Its walls breathe. Its clocks whisper. And somewhere inside it… the echo of a child is crying. Mara came back searching for answers about her mother’s disappearance. But the deeper she steps into the house’s darkness, the more she realizes she’s walking straight into a gothic haunted house novel brought to life,...

A haunted mirror. A broken past. A woman on the verge of uncovering the truth. When Mara inherits an old mirror from her late mother, she expects it to be just another family heirloom. But the reflection staring back at her isn’t her own. It’s something—or someone—else. And the more she stares, the more she realizes that the mirror holds a secret far darker than she could have imagined. At first, it’s just strange. A flicker in the glass. A shadow moving when she doesn’t. But soon, the mirror becomes a gateway to her past—a past she’s spent years running from. The ...

Some buildings keep secrets. Hawthorne Hall keeps voices.A year after Professor Amelia Reed vanishes mid-lecture and the word REMEMBER writes itself across the blackboard, graduate assistant Lydia Finch returns to a newly reopened Hawthorne Hall. The rumors say “electrical anomalies.” The truth hums in the walls.When the dust on the lectern spells FOLLOW, Lydia and psychology PhD Ben Torres uncover a sealed sublevel: Project Mnemosyne (1897), a Victorian “Whisper Archive” of wax cylinders wired into the stone to store human memory. The building is saturated; the recorded grief has ...

Some towns pray for forgiveness. Eldridge prays no one asks the wrong questions. Hook Line: When Clara opens the box her mother died for, the truth won’t set her free—it will pull her deeper. Twenty-five years ago, Evelyn Hale died behind St. Bartholomew’s Church. The town of Eldridge called it an accident. Her daughter, Clara, believed them—until a box of photographs arrives on her doorstep, each showing a different woman who looks disturbingly like her… and one name written in her mother’s handwriting: Emily Carter. The-Last-Confession-Print Haunted by the implication that her...