The House That Holds Our Hearts

flatlining, desperate for a jolt

nce" – an exclusive, five-person weekend trap

turing viral content, the

the unease: "Five participants. No more, no l

others – a Goth, a Tech CEO, a Game

named Mark, pedaled up on a beat-up bike,

erson sank in, the massive iron gate groaned s

t six, and one of us was defi

ar, echoing throughout the now-lit up manor: "Welcome,

perate to hide, but the voice pro

eaths horrifying reflections of their deepest flaws, from the Influencer li

ost, Lillian, wasn' t just in the house; she was the

e, the house reverting to a ruin as a fa

memory: "You've won before, you know.

vivor, but a ghost myself, trapped in a loo

moment I stepped outside, th

awn back, my duffel bag with recording equip

ed at the gate. "My name is Sarah. I'm a

inevitably,