The house at the edge of Ravenbrook had always been the subject of whispers. Perched at the top of a hill, its windows were dark, its roof sagging under the weight of time. It was a place forgotten by the world, left to decay like an open wound. But to the villagers, it was more than just an old house—it was a reminder of a horror that had never truly left.

Evelyn had once been the heart of that house. Her laughter echoed in the halls, and her children's voices filled the air with joy. But that was before her husband Thomas, consumed by madness, took her life in a fit of rage.

No one could have known the depths of Thomas's jealousy. Evelyn had been faithful, but his mind twisted her kindness into betrayal. One stormy night, while their children slept, Thomas crept into the bedroom with an iron poker and killed her in her sleep. The crack of her skull, the sudden silence—it was over in moments. He buried her in the woods, thinking it was the end.

But death wasn't the end for Evelyn.

Three days later, the hauntings began. Footsteps echoed in empty halls, cold drafts whispered through closed windows, and the children started waking in the night, crying for a mother who was no longer there.

By the time Thomas died—his face frozen in terror—the legend of the Ghost Mother had already taken root. The villagers stopped going near the house, and even the bravest hunters avoided the woods behind it.

The Widow's House had become a place of nightmares, abandoned and feared. But its story was far from over.