The farm was built in the 1700s in the Blue Ridge foothills. The Alexander family called it Homeplace. Generations lived there. And died there.
Charlene Myers, a struggling artist, is anxious to jump-start her painting career. Having just inherited her ancestors' "homeplace," she imagines the old farmhouse as an ideal location for a solitary, isolated artist's retreat. But on her arrival, memories of her only visit to Homeplace long ago come rushing back. Memories of the witchy old woman in her rocking chair. Memories of screams coming from the well. Just part of a little girl's vivid imagination.

Or so Charlene convinces herself-until she discovers the terrifying truth about the Alexander legacy. Because for all its empty rooms, Charlene is not alone in Homeplace. And something in the parlor at the top of the stairs wants to claim her, keep her, and never let her go.

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