Some houses don't haunt. They remember. And they hunger.
Nineteen-year-old Marcus Webb slips through the sash window of 124 Willoughby expecting an empty house and a quick score. What he finds instead is a place that watches him through silence and breathes through its walls-a place that trades in memory, not malice.
The house takes from him gently at first: a kitchen, an ambulance, a childhood moment he can't afford to lose. Then it shows him the vault-an impossible chamber holding every memory it has ever consumed, glowing or fading depending on how they were taken.
Inside waits Mr. Evans, a man who entered the house forty years ago and never left. He has survived by giving pieces of himself away, one memory at a time, clinging to the last fragment of the woman he loved.
As the ritual deepens, Marcus must decide what he's willing to surrender-and what he refuses to let the house have. Breaking the ritual means defying the only rules the house has ever followed. Surviving it means understanding the cost of memory, identity, and the quiet things we carry.
A mythic, atmospheric supernatural horror novel about hunger, sacrifice, and the memories that define us.