The house is quiet. Too quiet.
Every morning, Harold Kessler follows the same routine—same kettle, same chair, same silence. Until something changes. A light left on. A cup where it shouldn’t be. A voice he hasn’t heard in years.
As reality begins to fracture, Harold turns to strict routines and written records to hold himself together. But the house is keeping its own version of events… and it doesn’t agree with him.
Because some things aren’t haunting him.
They’re remembering.
And the truth waiting in the barn is far worse than anything in the dark.
