The House that Jack Built

Malcolm shrugs it off when Jack reveals his latest acquisition. He’s been possessed by darkness as long as Malcolm has known him. But Jack’s enormous wealth, once a wellspring of bohemian revelry, is now a cause for concern. His unholy obsession with material things is a symptom of a growing madness and Malcolm cannot ignore it anymore. The drug abuse, troubling behavior, and violent encounters: all signs that Jack is no longer in control. Stone by clammy stone, the house in the wilderness claws toward heaven, but its long and winding roots are firmly planted in hell. Somehow connected to a centuries-old manuscript and a deal struck with a mistress of the black arts, it’s a gargantuan mausoleum born in a mind gripped by wild and exotic desires. Malcolm’s dismay becomes bone-chilling horror when the true intent of the house is revealed, and in the unsettling stillness of an autumn night the mammoth structure will unleash its horrifying secret as Malcolm wages a battle for his very soul.