Moss House sits in a circle of green, atop a hill that is lush and verdant all times of the year, and nothing that walks there ever walks alone. Join our guests as they discover the history of this rotting mansion through their own motives. Is this a sleep study? A social experiment? Everyone comes to Moss House with their own intentions, but Moss House doesn't mind. Moss House is empty. Moss House is lonely. Listen to the wailing of want in those withered walls. Listen to it beg, "Won't you go there with me?"⁠

A Novel by H. William Davis