When siblings Jonathan and Lily arrive to settle their reclusive uncle’s estate, Elmridge Manor greets them like a monument to decay—ivy-wrapped stone, hollow Gothic windows, and a sweetness in the air like flowers rotting in water. Then come the footsteps that pace the upstairs hall, the shadows that move after the lights go dark, and the leather-bound journal warning of one room they must never enter: the tower chamber with the cracked mirror.
Inside the manor’s cluttered study, they uncover maps inked with occult sigils and a fevered record of what their uncle learned too late: a 19th‑century cult called the Order of the Shadowed Path fed the house with stolen lives, tearing a door to a realm that feeds on fear. The mirror is not a relic—it’s a window, and the faces behind the glass are not reflections. They are trapped. They are watching. And they are waiting.
