Tired, she soon fell asleep to the sound of Zain's gentle breathing. The crickets outside seemed to have finally gone quiet. An hour later, the screams began.When Muneera finds out she's inherited her uncle's old house on Myrtle Lane, she decides to move in with her husband, Zain, and their three-year-old son, Adnan. The promise of saving money and living in one of Bangalore's nicest areas has them packing up their old lives at their tiny apartment and shifting to this sprawling bungalow.
But they soon realize there's more to the house than its old-world charm. Bloody hands reach out of the walls; there's a boy whom only Adnan can see; and every night, they're woken up by loud, blood-curdling screams. As the terrors threaten to tear their little family apart, they discover the shocking extent of the house's gory history. And unless they manage to leave, they're going to become a part of it.