You’d think, after seven chapters of bad omens, erotic frescoes, and a heartbeat that won’t quit, our guests would’ve learned a simple rule of gothic real estate:
If a wall opens by itself, don’t go in.
But they do.
Of course they do.
In Part 8: The Cellar Rite, the gang descends straight into the kind of cellar that doesn’t belong under any earthly floorplan. Velvet couches. Incense. Mirrors that breathe. And murals that seem far too interested in what everyone’s feeling. (You’ll see why that’s a problem.)
Down there, the house isn’t content with creaks or whispers anymore. Now it speaks back. And what it wants aren’t prayers, or apologies, or even screams. They’re something much harder to give.
Jade tries sarcasm. Marcus tries denial. Naomi tries reason. Clara and Dylan… well, they try each other. Let’s just say everyone’s coping in their own way.
The real fun begins when the mirrors start repeating what no one wanted to say out loud. That’s when you realize the house has been listening since the first knock on the door.
Welcome downstairs. You’ll find out what the house wants soon enough.
— Eric
P.S. If you’ve made it this far through The Harrow Testament, I’d love your feedback—and your vote. It keeps the house fed, and lets me know who’s still brave enough to follow.