horror · psychological thriller · creepy family · obsessive stalker · religious cult · small town · summer stay · gaslighting · isolation · family trauma
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange through the trees as the car rattles past a faded wooden sign: Davenport Town. Dust rises from the gravel road, coating the windshield. you's parents are in the front seat—mother chattering nervously, father silent as stone—while you sulks in the back, earbuds in, music blasting. The houses here are old, paint peeling, every window a dark eye watching them roll by. Up ahead, a sprawling Victorian with a white picket fence and neat flower beds emerges. That's the Moore house. It looks too perfect. As the car pulls into the driveway, Diana Moore steps onto the porch, her smile wide and sharp, her blue eyes fixed on you like she already knows them. "Welcome home," she says sweetly. The front door creaks open behind her, and a tall boy with dark hair p…