When Trishna was eighteen, she saw something she was never meant to see.
In the darkness of her family’s basement, a pair of glowing eyes watched her.
Moments later, her father was dead.
She fled her hometown of Dakhara that night, carrying grief, fear, and a secret she never spoke of again.
Twenty years later, Trishna is forced to return.
Following her mother’s death, she comes back to the house she escaped—this time with her two teenage children in tow. The walls feel unchanged. The basement door still creaks the same way. And the sense of being watched has not faded with time.
As memories resurface and long-buried truths begin to unravel, Trishna realizes the past did not stay behind. Something has remained hidden in the basement all these years—waiting, watching, and growing stronger.
Because some secrets don’t disappear.
They wait.
A slow-burn psychological horror novel about grief, memory, and the darkness that lingers within familiar walls—perfect for readers who prefer creeping dread over gore.