The House That Watches
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Contenu pour adultesTerminé sam., nov. 1, 202521m
When a psychology student Emma Blake moves into an old research house in the middle of nowhere, she only wants peace and quiet to finish her thesis on memory and perception.
But the house has its own memory - one that watches, learns, and remembers her.
Soon, Emma begins to see herself in the recordings, in the mirrors and in the walls.
And when she discovers the truth about her professor's experiment, she realises she was never just studying memory.
She was the memory.
Some houses remember..
This one never forgot!
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