Hannah's new apartment is too good to be true—affordable rent, charming architecture, and just enough creaky character to feel historic. But the charm fades fast when mysterious noises start echoing through the walls at night. Whispers, thumps, dragging sounds. She blames her downstairs neighbor. He blames her. And no one knows what's really pacing the floors.
When another tenant joins the chorus of complaints, the uneasy tension between them transforms into a reluctant alliance. Together, they search the building for logical answers, only to uncover traces of something much older—and much hungrier—lurking in the walls.
As their suspicions turn inward, and fear sharpens into paranoia, Hannah begins to wonder whether they're being haunted... or manipulated. Each knock, each shadow, each fragment of forgotten history reveals a deeper pattern. But who—or what—is pulling the strings?
Trapped in a place where emotion fuels the unknown, the tenants must face the truth about the building, and about themselves. Because in this brownstone, the walls remember more than they were ever meant to.
What if the most terrifying ghost story isn't about a ghost at all?