The house starts whispering in Part 3 of The Harrow Testament. Not creaking, not groaning—whispering. And not just to one of them. Each character feels it: breath at the nape, voices behind the plaster, a hum that isn’t quite air and definitely isn’t friendly.
Naturally, their response is to split up. After all, in every haunted house story nothing says “survival instinct” like dividing your party. Right?
So off they go—Clara and Dylan down one hallway, fingers brushing wallpaper that peels away to reveal frescoes of masked, orgiastic debauchery. Apparently, Harrow House has an art collection curated by horny ghosts. The tension between the two builds: arousal wrapped in restraint, silence thick as wet paint.
Meanwhile, Jade, Marcus, and Naomi head in the other direction, where flirtation becomes a game of smoke and deflection, pianos play themselves, and the walls press closer with every breath. Marcus and Jade trade barbs and body heat while Naomi tries not to believe in anything she can’t touch. Sharp banter. Mounting tension.
And just when they think it can’t get weirder, someone digs out a Ouija board.
Because yes—when the walls start whispering and the frescoes start moaning, the only logical next step is to host a summoning.
If you’re just joining, start at the Prologue and Part 1. If you’ve made it this far, you already know: this isn’t just a haunted house story.
It’s an invitation.
It’s a seduction.
It’s a confession.
And the house is still listening.
— Eric