Every year, for her birthday and Christmas, Lacey would recieve a gift from her grandma, a porcelain doll. Shortly before Lacey's sixteenth birthday, Cathrine, her grandma, passes away, having already sent Lacey one last birthday gift, only this time with a little something extra, a dollhouse. However, this dollhouse is very old and comes with an unknown warning. Poor Lacey may have to suffer the consequences of storing her valuable dolls into this dollhouse.

In this Madhouse, there is more than one patient. The walls are littered with the stories of countless men and women who have come seeking sanctity from their own minds. Shattered remnants of broken psyches lay littered on the floor, in rotting beds, in crumbling walls... These are the Scribblings from the Asylum Walls. Welcome to the Madhouse...