They were always forbidden to go there. The dark room. A wooden-crusted door with the hinge drooping towards the ground. The rusted bolt firmly locked safe against the latch. Of a section in a well-off little mansion in Delhi. Shawn and Laura were the only children of Samantha and Jeremy Whitlock. Jeremy was big and bold; Samantha was sweet and innocent. Both of them knew of the dangers of the house they lived in: the secrets, the whispers, and the curses. They would do anything to protect their children from the dark. With the passing years, Shawn and Laura bloomed in a wholesome childhood, oblivious to the mysteries that the ground underneath them bore. They went off to university, studied in opposite parts of the world, found their dream jobs and settled in with their life partners. But then the sudden and disconcerting death of their mother, Samantha, brought them back together. To walk the odd hallways of their childhood home again. It reconciled the two with Jeremy Whitlock, who, previously, a drunkard, had turned sober so magically. Most frightening of all, they faced the door to the dark room, which might have something to do with the death of Samantha. The wrath of which the Whitlock family would never be able to escape. Maybe, Jeremy would not be able to protect them anymore.