When Lila inherits her grandfather’s funeral parlor, she chooses to do the unthinkable: she decides to turn it into a home. But the building resists her from the start. Walls whisper after dark, doors lead to areas unknown, and the air itself feels heavy with things that were never laid to rest. As the renovation progresses, the parlor begins to reveal its past in fragments—enough to unsettle, never enough to explain. When a handsome man decides to help Lila with renovations, he becomes her only anchor, a steady presence in a place that seems determined to isolate her. But closeness only sharpens the house’s attention. The more she lets herself feel safe, the more the parlor tightens its hold. With reality slipping and the truth buried deep beneath the floors, Lila must decide how much of herself she is willing to give to a house that doesn’t want to be escaped. Because some homes are built to shelter the living. This one was built to keep the dead.