Jeremy

The house doesn't want you dead.

It wants to know what scares you.

When Mark and Elena move into the house on Maple Hollow Road, the price feels too good to be true-but grief has a way of dulling instinct. The neighborhood is quiet. The house is warm. Almost welcoming.

And it listens.

Behind the walls, beneath the basement floor, a boy named Jeremy was erased-adopted, abused, buried, and forgotten. His disappearance was never solved. His name was never spoken loudly enough to matter.

Now the house remembers for him.

Jeremy doesn't haunt the way stories expect. He doesn't rattle chains or appear without reason. He listens to conversations. To confessions. To the fears people laugh about when they feel safe.

And then he uses them.

A fear of spiders.

A fear of drowning.

A fear of being trapped.

Each death looks like an accident. Each one is anything but.

As Mark and Elena unravel the truth buried in the house, they realize something far worse than a haunting is at work. The house isn't cursed. It's waiting-waiting for the woman who taught Jeremy that love could hurt, and for the truth that was sealed beneath concrete and silence.

But freeing a spirit doesn't mean ending a story.

This is Book One of a two-part psychological horror series about trauma, accountability, and what happens when the dead are finally heard. Because some foundations crack deeper than expected-and some things buried were never alone.

If you love slow-burn horror, unsettling dread, and stories that stay with you long after the final page, this house is open.

Just don't tell it what you're afraid of.