Cries in the Night

In the quiet outskirts of a nameless town, a crumbling funeral home has been reborn as a modest bed‑and‑breakfast. The new owner, a stern and deeply religious matriarch, presides over the conversion with a blend of devotion and quiet determination. When Heather arrives for the summer, she is drawn into the house’s lingering history—the weight of past rituals, the echo of whispered warnings, and the lingering scent of formaldehyde that seems to seep from the very walls.

Maude Chalmers runs the inn with an unshakable faith that borders on the mystic, treating the sprawling property as both sanctuary and shrine. Her presence is both comforting and unsettling, especially as she guards the secrets of a shadowed cellar that locals have long avoided. The basement, once a place of somber farewells, now hums with an uneasy silence that beckons and repels in equal measure, hinting at mysteries best left unspoken.

Helping to keep the place functional is Billy, a gentle handyman whose simple routines mask an undercurrent of unease. His steady hands maintain the inn’s outward charm while the house itself seems to hold its breath, waiting for something to surface from the depths below. As the summer unfolds, a handful of guests arrive, each eager for respite yet subtly aware of the house’s lingering aura. The atmosphere tightens around them, the old warning—“Don’t go down to the cellar!”—reverberating like a half‑remembered prayer.

Amid the creaking floors and the soft murmur of old hymns, Heather finds herself caught between reverence for her grandmother’s piety and the inexplicable pull of the house’s darker corners. The inn becomes a stage where faith, familial duty, and the unknown intersect, setting the tone for a suspenseful summer where every creak and whisper may hold a clue to what lies hidden beneath.

Last Updated: December 04, 2025 at 17:42