Nothing doesn’t exist, therefore nothing can harm us. Or can it?
There’s a house on a hill at the very edge of the township of Warren’s End, a house that no one had any business in building on this site.
Especially not a house destined to be a normal, everyday family home for a normal, everyday family like mine.
Grandad never was too good at taking advice, even when that advice could save a person a bushel load of heartache. Unfortunately, this hill was once the site of a cemetery and my ornery old Grandad sat the house right on top of a devil worshipper’s grave.
Now we’re all trapped here with the undead, the room we call the nothing-room is swarming with zombies, no one is willing to help us, and things are about to get a whole lot worse.
Just as well one of us has their head screwed on the right way around.
Terrifying and thrilling at the same time
How have I become invested so quickly in what happens to this family?
Look out for The Nothing House – coming soon