On the twentieth of September, Ian Donovan and Caly St. John packed their bags, locked their apartments, and drove to the Simpson House in Maine.

It was an eerie place, deliberately hidden by a thick, foreboding forest. The dark shadows of the gloomy past swirled around it like a cold and biting fog and silently watched the strangers from the barren trees.

What were they after? No one was quite sure. Most likely the truth about the brutal mass murder that had taken place in the mansion some twenty-eight years before.

But what they discovered was more grisly, more gruesome, and far more horrifying than anyone had ever imagined. They opened a door that went beyond terror—a door that, for sanity's sake, should always have remained closed…