Does evil lurk in old houses? And if so, why? Why is it that some people seem to draw these things out and others don't.
I have had, throughout my life, what I considered many isolated incidences, many strange happenings, but I never thought they were in any way connected. Now I think they are.
While trying to figure all of this out, my wife and I had to go back, back twenty-five plus years, to Red Boiling Springs, Tennessee, the place where it all began for the two of us, back to 1989 and back to the little house on Dale Street.
A young man decides to spend the Halloween weekend at a friend's house in Salem, Massachusetts, a town famous for its dark history and witch trials. The old house, hidden deep in the woods, belongs to his friend's family, and although it seems perfect for Halloween, strange things begin to happen shortly after he arrives. At first, it's just small unsettling events: strange noises, cold drafts, and whispers in the night. But as the hours pass, the sense of dread grows, and the young man realizes that the house harbors a dark secret-one that is deeply connected to the town's sinister past. What starts as a weekend of fun quickly spirals into a nightmarish struggle for survival as he encounters forces beyond his understanding.