This is My House

Beth and Max just got hitched. New house, new life, fresh start. Should be smooth sailing, right? Wrong. They barely got the boxes unpacked when shit got weird. Beth gets trapped behind a door nobody touched. Max gets yanked across the kitchen floor like some invisible bouncer decided he had an unpaid tab. Nothing obvious—no wiring issues, no creepy neighbor peeking through blinds—just force, straight up. Turns out Beth’s been sitting on a secret. A car wreck, bodies, details she skipped telling her new husband. Whatever’s in the walls smells the lie and wants it shouted from the rafters. But is it hunting them, or helping them get honest? Who the hell knows. Right now they’re just two scared newlyweds dodging furniture and praying the next tug isn’t the one that drags one of them straight through the floorboards.