The Silent House

Moving to the countryside with Patrick was supposed to be my fresh start. But from the moment we arrived, something felt. . . off. The locals are strange, and I feel like I'm being watched. The constantly moving shadows outside our window can't just be from the trees, can they? And when someone breaks into our home, I can't shake the feeling someone's out to get me. The more isolated I feel, the more the cracks begin to show. Am I being driven to the edge, or am I losing my mind? This beautiful house was meant to be my haven, but now it feels like a prison. And the real danger? It might be closer than I ever imagined. . .