The Taranock

The old house at the end of the street has a dark history. For centuries, locals have talked of strange events

and disappearances within its walls. Wild tales have been woven into folklore, told at night to scare children.

For Arthur and Amelia, the house was a bargain, in need of some repair but big enough for their growing family.

They hadn’t heard the rumours. They didn’t know about the people vanishing. They had no idea that moving to

this quaint little English town might not be the fresh start they were hoping for.

Something has been disturbed. Something waits, trapped in the shadows, craving the souls of the unwary.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Beware the thirteen on the clock