It has no fear. It has no weakness. It lives to kill. Whatever you do... don't go downstairs! Haunted by the memory of his deceased wife, Neil Harvey hoped that buying a new house halfway across the country would free him and his daughter from the shadow of grief that followed them. It was a lovely house. A bit run down, creaky around the edges, but Neil could fix that up. But why, since they moved in, does Amber keep having nightmares about a young boy with dark eyes and bleeding hands? And why was there a lock on the basement door?