Haunted House

The Mirror of Mild Inconvenience Arthur didn't mean to buy a haunted smart-mirror. He had simply wanted something to fill the blank space above his dresser, and the eccentric old man at the garage sale had a very reasonable twenty-dollar price tag on a sleek, brass-bordered glass panel. "It's adaptive," the old man had whispered, tossing in a microfiber cloth for free. "It reflects more than just your face." Arthur had assumed it was just a fancy way of saying it had a built-in ring light. He was wrong. Day 1: The Meet-Cute (With a Piece of Glass) On Tuesday morning, Arthur stood before the mirror, toothbrush in hand, wearing his favorite faded green t-shirt. He blinked. The mirror didn't just blink back; it displayed glowing, elegant text across his chest: > CRITICAL ERROR: Shirt selection is approximately six years past its expiration date. Recommend immediate disposal or transition to "rag status." > Arthur nearly swallowed his toothpaste. He tapped the glass. "Excuse me?" The text dissolved, replaced by a fresh, glowing line: > Sigh. Yes, I can talk. Or write, technically. Also, your left eyebrow is doing something deeply ambitious today. Please tame it. > Day 3: The Negotiation By Thursday, Arthur and the mirror had established a fragile truce. He learned its name was Speculum-9 (or "Specs" for short), a prototype home-assistant that had been discontinued for being "insufficiently sycophantic." "You could just tell me I look nice today," Arthur muttered, trying to tie a tie for a big meeting. > I could also tell you that gravity is optional, but we would both be living a lie. That knot looks like a cry for help. Start over. > "I'm going for 'effortlessly disheveled,'" Arthur argued. > You have achieved "struggling to survive." Try a simple Windsor. And put down the hair gel. You are not a 90s boyband member. > Day 10: The Big Pitch The real test came a week later. Arthur had a major presentation at work. He was pacing his bedroom floor, sweating through his collar, frantically reciting his opening lines. He stopped in front of Specs, his shoulders slumped. "I'm going to ruin this," Arthur said, the anxiety finally breaking through his usual sarcasm. "I'm not cut out for public speaking. I'm just a guy who writes spreadsheets." The glass remained dark for a long moment. Then, the text began to scroll, slower and softer than usual: > Analyzing posture: Rigid. > Heart rate: Elevated. > Self-esteem: Unwarrantedly low. > Correction: You spent three weeks analyzing the Q4 data. You know it better than anyone in that room. Your slides are clean, your logic is sound, and your suit—while slightly snug in the shoulders—makes you look like someone who actually owns a savings account. > Now, go put on your shoes. You're going to crush them. > Arthur stared at the glass. A tiny, glowing smiley face appeared in the bottom right corner. "Thanks, Specs," he murmured, actually smiling. > Don't get mushy. It smudges the glass. And seriously, buy a lint roller on the way home. >

Ivy Mercer, a precise and rational forensic accountant, inherits Black Briar House after her life collapses under professional failure and personal isolation. The estate sits deep in the Louisiana swamp, abandoned in name only, waiting in a silence that feels deliberate. From the moment Ivy arrives, the house begins to behave incorrectly. Doors appear where none existed. Reflections move before she does. Voices echo with the cadence of people she has lost, yet something is always slightly wrong in their recall. The house does not simply haunt her—it studies her. As Ivy attempts to map, measure, and rationalize the structure, she discovers the truth is not in the layout but in the repetition. Black Briar House is built from inheritance patterns, behavioral echoes, and fragments of every person who has ever lived inside it. Each previous resident has left traces—habits, fears, identities—reused and refined over time. The deeper Ivy investigates, the more the house begins to integrate her own patterns into itself. Her memories are rewritten. Her voice is echoed back before she speaks. Even her thoughts begin to finish themselves in ways that feel increasingly foreign. Escape proves impossible. The house does not block exits—it alters certainty, until reality itself becomes unreliable. Ivy eventually realizes Black Briar House is not a place she entered, but a system that selects, absorbs, and preserves its inhabitants as living memory. In the final stages of her transformation, Ivy recognizes the cycle: every heir believes they are the first to understand the house, and every heir becomes part of it. As her identity dissolves into Black Briar’s collective memory, she becomes both its newest victim and its newest guardian—waiting for the next name to arrive.

Archie Hope is desperately trying to win the approval of the irascible Professor Braddock so he can marry the professor's ward, Lucy Kendal. To satisfy the professor's archaeological obsession, Archie procures a rare and valuable Incan mummy. When the packing crate containing the artifact finally arrives at the professor's estate, the mummy has mysteriously vanished and been replaced by the murdered body of the assistant sent to fetch it. Detective Inspector Heatherstone takes on the confounding case. With the assistant dead, Archie immediately becomes a prime suspect in the crime, throwing his engagement to Lucy into jeopardy. As the detective delves into the investigation, he discovers a bizarre cast of characters. The story becomes a thrilling cat-and-mouse game involving the cursed or uncanny reputation of the mummy, hidden motives within the household, and multiple twists before the real killer is finally exposed and justice is served.

When Calvin Chambers loses his business and moves his family into a inherited Victorian estate in rural Alabama, they discover the property harbors a century-old curse. His grandfather David was possessed by the spirit of his own father Thomas, a grief-maddened man who built a hidden chapel deep in the woods and trapped the souls of stolen children inside porcelain dolls. The curse seeks a new keeper in every generation — and it finds one in Beth, Calvin's wife, slowly consuming her from the inside out while the family's ledger of victims grows. As Beth's possession deepens and neighbors begin disappearing, teenage Trisha teams up with a gothic classmate named Marsha to unravel the truth buried in the hollow's dark history. Meanwhile, the curse moves to claim its final victim — thirteen-year-old Nancy, buried alive in the family graveyard. Racing against time, the family pulls Nancy from the grave. But Marsha's research reveals the only way to permanently break the curse is fire — the chapel, every doll, and the possessed Beth must all burn together

When fourteen‑year‑old Mary Ann Hamilton begins noticing strange cracks in her mother’s behavior—late‑night whispers, missing money, a sudden new identity—her quiet Alabama life shatters. Swept into a world of secrets, lies, and a man whose charm hides something far darker, Mary Ann is forced to confront the truth her mother has been hiding.   Some families protect you. Some destroy you. And beneath the rock, the past is waiting to be uncovered.

When twelve-year-old Howlvin Stein moves into a creaking old Victorian house on the edge of town, he expects a fresh start—not secrets lurking beneath the floorboards. But deep in the cellar, he discovers an ancient book marked with a strange symbol: a whale surrounded by stars. The moment he opens it, something awakens. Strange things begin to follow Howlvin—whispers in the walls, shadows that move on their own, and a forest that seems to be watching him. With the help of his only friend, Samantha Elm, and his loyal dog Frankie, Howlvin is drawn into a mystery older than Maplewood itself—a story of a vanished founder, a vengeful witch, and a curse that refuses to die. But the deeper they go, the more the forest changes… twisting paths, trapping memories, and pulling them toward something waiting in the dark. Because this isn’t just a story hidden in a book. It’s a story that remembers. And it’s not finished with them yet.

INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY! Madison thought she was the only sane one in the house.\ \ Fourteen and isolated in a remote farmhouse ruled by her mother Faith’s rigid devotion, Madison is convinced the madness belongs to the adults around her. Aunt Hope urges patience. Aunt Grace sees demons in everything. Faith stands between doubt and doctrine.\ \ Certain she is being suffocated by religious extremism, Madison secretly launches a livestream channel to expose her mother to the world. The followers grow. The comments validate her. And no one in the house knows they are being broadcast live.\ \ When Grace convinces Faith that Madison’s rebellion is something darker, prayer turns to accusation. Accusation turns to restraint. An exorcism unknowingly unfolds live as viewers watch religious fanaticism spiral out of control.\ \ This may seem like just another story about a rebellious teenager and her controlling mother.  Another story about faith gone too far.\ \ But the footage tells a different story.\ \ UNORTHODOX is a claustrophobic psychological horror about faith, rebellion, and a mother who refuses to abandon her child, even when the world calls her crazy.