Everyone has "that" house where they live. The one you can't help but look at as you pass by. You know the history of the home, the horror stories. You can't help but stare at this structure every single time you drive by. Almost hypnotized in a trance with your eyes pulling you to a certain window on the top floor. Was there just movement? Did I just see something?
That house that children ride past on their bikes daring someone to get closer.
"Do it! Touch the door! Look through the window. I double dog dare you."
That house that people walk past picking up speed. Dismissing the pull to glance up and look, they are terrified already.
Well ladies and gentlemen this house, was mine. On the outside the curb appeal was top notch. On the inside renovated, flipped to perfection. Completely brand new, for a reason. What I do know is it takes more than new carpet and a coat of paint to mask evil. More than new appliances and a sparkly pool to hide the horror.
When evil of any kind is ready to show its face, it always does.
In this house...it did.
For Becca, moving around with her two children and husband is nothing new. Relocating around to new cities and viewing new homes is a normal way of life. Finding the new home was the hard part, but what came with the home was unexpected. As Becca starts to get settled in her new house, she starts to experience chilling supernatural occurrences only witnessed by her. Sudden horrifying events start to unfold and in due time, the haunting face of a small child starts appears. The boy takes joy in seeing Becca squirm in terror and his obsession with her grows. They never anticipated what laid ahead, but one thing that they did know was that the house was never VACANT.