House Of Endless Nightmares

Previously

…And the house, the silent, watchful entity that now held them captive, was the enemy, expertly wielding their deepest insecurities as its weapons. She looked at Arthur, who had returned with a box of books, his face etched with a weariness that mirrored her own. Clara and Leo were still asleep, blissfully unaware of the insidious nature of their new home. But Eleanor knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that their innocence would not shield them forever. The house had tasted her fear, and it would surely crave more. The first dream had been hers. But the night was long, and the house of endless nightmares had only just begun to claim its territory.