The house remembers him. And wants his son. Braden's got a wonderful wife, darling three-year-old son, nominal success as a novelist - and no contact with his parents for years, with very good reason. Then a box of his books is accidentally-and mysteriously-delivered to his childhood home. Against his own best judgment, Braden swings by the old place with his son, Josiah, to pick up the box. In and out, super fast, no big deal. The house has other ideas. Infected by the traumas inflicted by his parents, the house traps Braden and Josiah with its lone, erstwhile occupant. It turns Braden's long buried memories into corporeal horrors threatening his fragile, still-recovering psyche and the childhood of his only son. Braden must quickly uncover what exactly the house wants from him-- Or if it is, in fact, the house that's haunted.