Newlyweds Tricia and Ethan are searching for the house of their dreams. But when they visit the remote manor that once belonged to Dr. Adrienne Hale, a renowned psychiatrist who vanished without a trace four years earlier, a violent winter storm traps them at the estate… with no chance of escape until the blizzard comes to an end. In search of a book to keep her entertained until the snow abates, Tricia happens upon a secret room. One that contains audio transcripts from every single patient Dr. Hale has ever interviewed. As Tricia listens to the cassette tapes, she learns about the terrifying chain of events leading up to Dr. Hale’s mysterious disappearance. Tricia plays the tapes one by one, late into the night. With each one, another shocking piece of the puzzle falls into place, and Dr. Adrienne Hale’s web of lies slowly unravels. And then Tricia reaches the final cassette. The one that reveals the entire horrifying truth.

Celeste Social anxiety has been the shaky foundation on which I’ve built my life. Never be too loud, too big, or too bold. I’ve survived like this for twenty years. But to what end? When my parents stop helping with college costs, I need to find a way to stand on my own two feet. And the songwriting mentorship of my dreams offers the perfect solution. There’s just one issue: I have to put together a musical that will most definitely put me in the spotlight. Learning how to be loud, big, and bold over the course of one summer is impossible. Teaming up with a guy who naturally knows how to be all that and more...less impossible. Lincoln Focus and responsibility have never been my strong suits. I’ve survived (and arguably thrived) long enough to prove that they don’t always matter. But, after a disappointing hockey season and a tough semester, I can’t ignore reality anymore. I’m on the precipice of academic probation and scary close to being benched in my senior year. It’s long past time for me to figure out this whole future thing. When the girl of my dreams asks for help, I join her project in a heartbeat. Not just for the volunteer credit hours or the much-needed structure it offers. But because I fell for her almost a year ago. And I ruined my chances with her a few months ago. Working together may be what I need to understand that she’s never going to fall for someone like me.