The ghosts are getting bolder. The house, hungrier. And our dear explorers? Just slightly more unhinged.
Part 4 begins with a séance—because obviously, if the walls are whispering and the frescoes are pornographic, the most reasonable next step is to break out a Ouija board. Spirits of Lantern Hill, are you around? The answer is yes. And they don’t like being ignored.
Naomi gets touched by something that isn’t there (or isn’t supposed to be), and suddenly she’s not just the skeptic—she’s the bait.
From there, we split again. Clara and Dylan head down a hallway where the wallpaper peels back like skin to reveal fevered erotic frescoes. Their restraint holds—for now—but the silence between them is charged enough to start a fire. He calls it art. She tries to breathe. Both are lying to themselves.
Meanwhile, Marcus and Jade play their usual game: flirtation as weapon, sarcasm as shield, tension rising like smoke off a dying cigarette. But even Jade, queen of deflection, is starting to feel the pressure. The mirrors reflect too much. The house leans in. And Marcus—well, Marcus is doing his best not to combust.
And Naomi? She’s left behind. Alone with the murals. And then... they touch back.
The Harrow Testament is picking up steam. This is the point where desire starts to blur with dread, and the house itself becomes more than a setting. It’s a character. A participant. A seducer. A voyeur. And possibly something far worse.
If you’re new, start at the beginning. If you’ve been following along, you already know:
This isn’t just a haunted house story.
It’s temptation.
It’s revelation.
It’s rot.
And the house is keeping score.
— Eric