Some houses are haunted. This one is hungry.

Daniel Ashford is running from a life he can't fix. A breakup. A new town. A rented room in a house that feels too old, too quiet—like it's been waiting.

At first, it's just a video.

A recording of him sleeping. Filmed from inside his locked room. Then another. This time, he's awake. Talking to something in the dark. The videos disappear when he tries to show them. Only to return when he's alone.

His memory begins to slip.

Rooms feel familiar. Conversations repeat. And the line between waking and dreaming starts to break. Because the house isn't just watching him. It's learning him.

He thought he was renting a room.

He was wrong. He wasn't chosen. He was already home.