Mara thought she'd bought an old house with quirks.
She was wrong.
It begins with a stain-thin, red, impossible to explain. The walls bleed, but only when ignored. They stop when she pays attention. When she learns the rules. When she gives the house what it wants.
Hidden beneath the floorboards are jars left behind by previous occupants-sealed, labeled, and slowly emptying. Each one holds something the house has taken from someone who stayed too long. Each one delays what happens when the walls run out of places to store what they remember.
As Mara tries to escape, she discovers the truth is worse than possession or haunting. The house doesn't want her dead.
It wants her still.
And when she resists-filling the space with noise, witnesses, chaos-the house adapts. What began as a single structure fractures outward, spreading into the quiet places people trust the most. Apartments. Construction sites. Empty rooms where silence gathers.
Because some systems don't need monsters.
They only need patience.
Bleeding Walls is a slow-burning psychological horror novel about containment, caretaking, and the terrifying cost of becoming responsible for something that will never let you leave whole. Perfect for readers who love unsettling atmosphere, intelligent supernatural rules, and horror that lingers long after the final page.