THIS IS NOT A BOOK.
This is a house that hungers.
The Keeper welcomes you at
threshold. Maryanne waits
in the mirror, lullaby a shackle.
The Haunt seals the doors behind
you. Each soul is taken, bound,
transformed into a room that
remembers you, where you will
remember nothing but the bars
and the breath that keeps you.
There is no escape.
There is no end.