Drawn into a world of nightmares, passion, mystery and terror
An old southern mansion sits lonely and hidden behind the shadow of mossy dripping oaks. But, not even the strong oaks can hide the mansion from its history of pain and horrors. The tortured spirits who dwelled within the walls are forever left in limbo unless they can force Massey to notice them and help them find what they have pined for since death. Ghastly faces in mirrors, a hauntingly sad song, and phantoms within the attic and cemetery drive Massey to near madness until she stumbles upon an ancient journal that brings the suffering and truth to light. Turning to a handsome young priest from the local diocese to rid her and her home of the terrors within, she discovers that love is hidden in the most unlikely places. Nightmares, strange orbs of light, visions of death and blood, disembodied voices singing and eventually, the appearance of two suffering spirits push Massey to near insanity before she finally discovers the answers to the haunting of Lovesong House.
Marie’s eyes darkened, her face transformed from sad and desperate to pale and wicked. Her beautiful delicate features melted into something harsh and skeletal, she bared her teeth and growled at Massey pointing towards the crib. Massey tried to close her eyes to black out the monstrous face, but they would not close. She watched in sheer terror as the layers of black lace began to rise above the crib. Marie held out her fleshless skeletal arms as the lacey covering dropped to the floor and a baby skeleton floated from the bed into its mother’s boney arms.
Massey tried to scream as Marie’s lifeless corpse sat holding the dead baby. Marie looked down at her child and looked at Massey; she opened her mouth and squealed a howling tortured scream towards her. Everything went black.