Ashwood Manor
When a sudden storm forces five friends to seek shelter in the middle of nowhere, they stumble upon a sprawling manor hidden deep within the woods — a mansion that seems to find them rather than the other way around.
Inside, the house appears preserved in time: the air is dry, the furniture intact, and the portraits on the walls far too lifelike. The doors seal behind them, trapping them within. At first, they tell themselves it’s just a trick of age, wood, and weather — but as the hours pass, the manor begins to breathe. Footsteps echo where no one walks. Lamps flicker without flame. Portraits shift when no one looks directly at them.
Each of the five — Clara, Ben, Marcy, Evan, and Noah — carries their own secrets, and the mansion seems to know them all. It whispers to them in familiar voices. It shows them memories that aren’t theirs. It hungers for the truth they hide.
As the group unravels the manor’s grim history, they learn of the Ashworth family, the original inhabitants who vanished one stormy night generations ago after a series of occult experiments meant to “open a window to the divine.” But what they summoned wasn’t divine — and it never left.
Now, the thing in the house waits patiently, wearing the faces of the dead. Each room seems to twist reality a little more, each reflection a little less human. Escape becomes uncertain. Sanity begins to fray.
Because The Uninvited is not just the friends who entered the mansion — it’s the presence that’s been waiting for new guests to arrive.
And once you cross its threshold, you realize something terrible:
The house doesn’t keep you prisoner. It keeps you company.