The fire was supposed to end it.
When Alastar Manor burned to the ground, everyone thought the nightmare died with it. But evil doesn't burn. It waits. And now, on that same cursed ground, a shiny new neighborhood stands, Alastar Heights.
The families moving in don't know the history. They don't know about the screams, the blood, or the ones who never made it out. They just want a fresh start. But the land remembers. The walls remember. And the thing buried beneath it all is hungry again.
Lights flicker. Doors breathe. Voices whisper from the vents. One by one, the residents begin to disappear, dragged into the same darkness that's been feeding for more than a century.
Because the curse never died in the fire.
It only learned to hide.
Welcome to Alastar Heights, where the dead don't rest, and the living don't last.
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