“Once you've done that,” she added, “sometimes you can't not see them. Once you've changed your way of seeing, you often find you can't change it back. Not even if you want to. Well...” She looked over at Edward again. “Not unless you try very hard.”
Twenty five years is a long time to forget the past, to forge new memories from the ashes the old ones crumble into. For Edward and Meg House, two siblings so close in age, the past would forever find its path right back to them. An entity of an woman, her eyes milky white who had an odd fascination with Edward would find ways to touch and even communicate with him. Yet, he and his sister Met feared this woman, even though she should’ve been the one they listened to most. Ellen Deaver, she lived over a hundred years before the House family purchased the home, and she crudely hung herself in the houses library following the suicide of her twelve year old son Percy. His malicious entity roamed the home, as he viscously blamed his mother’s attitude and actions for both his fathers death on the carriage, and the hatred that bloomed in his own heart. Percy too hung himself, yet when he came back he would whisper the words into his mother’s prone ears until she placed the road around herself too. This would all come to erupt one night with his father possessed and his mother left behind for decades in a catatonic state. Fast forward our take twenty five years and Edward is happily married to his wife Caroline, and raising their young daughter Molly. Trying to place the past where it should’ve left buried, they bought a gorgeous home with no history of deaths or violence, hoping this would be the perfect place to raise a family. Yet they couldn’t be more wrong. Meg makes herself announced one night, no phone, no car, just the clothes on her back before beginning the tales of the milky eyed woman. Fearing she was scaring his young daughter who now talked about the woman, he had his own sister committed to a mental ward for over a year to spare his daughter the haunting they experienced. Yet it wouldn’t be that simple. The woman began appearing so much more, the banister on the stairs should shatter and splinter, and an eerie red and green wallpaper from his childhood seemed to come from cracks in the walls. His wife was doubtful of the paranormal, until The night he was possessed by Percy, almost killing them all. Now with a deal with the ghost of a decade, he vowed to let the spirit have his body then. With a new baby on the way and his sister back within the folds of the family, how could things ever get worse?
“We can try to put it off for as long as possible, but death... It comes for all of us eventually. That final moment. That last breath. That knowledge that we're going into the abyss. No-one in history has ever avoided it.”