Three nights. One mansion. Four rules.
Ethan Marris thinks he just found the easiest money of his life: a private house-sitting job that pays $5,000 cash for staying in a pristine countryside mansion-no questions, no company name, "discretion required."
When he arrives, the housekeeper, Mrs. Hallow, hands him a single typed page of rules:
Never open the basement door.
Never answer the landline.
Never look out the windows after midnight.
If you hear your name, do not respond.
Ethan laughs... until the landline rings without being plugged in, scratching starts behind the basement door, and the windows begin to show something that isn't the lawn outside. The mansion doesn't haunt like a ghost story-it tests, learns, and adapts, escalating based on his reactions like it's running experiments.
As each night tightens its grip, Ethan discovers evidence of past sitters-sweat-stained rule sheets, desperate notes, and erased names-proof that the house has done this before... and that it always gets what it wants in the end.
Because the rules were never meant to keep Ethan safe.
They were the last thin fences around a house that doesn't want a sitter.
It wants a resident.
THE HOUSE-SITTER is a claustrophobic, mind-bending horror thriller about temptation, identity, and the terrifying cost of breaking "just one rule."