Rhett Shaw is an aspiring author with a lot on his mind. The noise of Brooklyn has drowned out all of his ideas for stories, so, in order to get back to the basics, and his career, he decides to make a move to the countryside in Vermont.
The white wooden house nestled deep in the privacy of the woods looked perfect. Sure, it was run down, but it was quiet, secluded, and, it appeared, vacant.
Immediately after moving into his new quarters, Rhett begins to notice odd things happening around the house—his tools aren't where he leaves them, appliances are on when he's certain he has turned them off, he hears noises rattling through the walls, and sometimes he feels like he's not alone. At first he ignores it because inspiration hits, and his book seems to start writing itself. Chapter after chapter fills up before his very eyes at a pace unlike any before. Characters come alive and embed themselves deep inside his thoughts—but before long, his actions too. He can see what they see, feel what they feel, and desire what they desire—and it isn't pretty. As he finds himself spinning out of control and playing a sinister game along with the very characters in his book, Rhett does some research on his new home only to find out something terribly shocking. But will the house let him leave, or is it too late now that it has taken possession?
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