House of Rot

The pink mold growing on the walls isn’ t the worst thing about Elenya and Myles’ brand new fixer upper.

There’ s also the inexplicable footsteps in the night; the sealed-over windows and doors; the neighbor that hears their screams but can’ t be bothered to help.

Soon, there’ s no leaving at all. No hope of cleaning. And that encroaching mold? It’ s practically become a second skin.

Welcome to the House of Rot. You’ re never getting out.