There is a little red house nestled along a forest edge deep in the country. It has remained empty, a relic of decades past, slowly rotting away. Within its walls the dead wait patiently for new blood to happen upon the moldy interior. There the spirits cry out to right a wrong that has festered like an open wound. Once a new family finds the musty void of darkness they are tasked to help those that are living no more. This family will confront their sins of the past as well, their fates already judged accordingly. Death is an inevitable occurrence... the method though can be as quiet as a passing in the sleep or as visceral as your guts ripped from your belly. Never tempt the dead.