Graham Mulvein: The House, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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When Barry Ethan moves his young family to a remote farmhouse, he believes he's found the perfect place to start over - a quiet refuge where he can finally write the novel that's haunted him for years. The rent is cheap, the landscape endless, and the silence absolute. But some silences are not empty. Some are listening.

As storms gather across the flatlands and crows begin to darken the fields, the house stirs. It breathes. It remembers.

Barry's wife, Gail, feels it first - a presence in the walls, in the mirrors, in the hush between heartbeats. Their daughter Lily sees what the others can't: the figures watching from the cornfields, the boy who speaks her name from the shadows, the eyes that glint behind the gargoyles on the roof.

When Barry discovers an old manuscript hidden in the attic - a book filled with impossible symbols and a story that mirrors his own life - he begins to write with fevered obsession. Words pour through him faster than thought, faster than fear. But the story he's writing isn't his. It never was.

The house wants a storyteller.
And it always gets what it wants.

As past and present bleed together, the Ethans find themselves entangled in the legacy of those who came before - the O'Briens, the farmers who watched, waited, and never left. The dead speak through the walls, the crows gather in the fields, and every door opened brings the family closer to something vast, ancient, and unspeakably patient.

THE HOUSE is a haunting descent into madness, memory, and the terrible hunger of forgotten places.
It's a modern gothic for the twenty-first century - where grief is a ghost, family is a curse, and the home you long for might be the one that devours you.