Forensic psychologist Lena Grayson thought she’d escaped the suffocating sweetness of Havenwood, a town drowning in the scent of rotting apples and the unanswered questions surrounding her sister Clara’s disappearance twenty years ago. But a desperate call about her mother's failing health draws Lena back to the decaying family farmhouse, back to the sprawling orchard that whispers secrets on the wind.
The discovery of Clara’s journal is a morbid invitation, its brittle pages filled with cryptic entries of paranoia, phantom footsteps, and the terrifying certainty of being watched. Clara’s words reveal not just her descent into fear, but a desperate investigation into a hidden darkness within Havenwood, a secret she guarded fiercely, even from her closest friend.
Returning to Havenwood is like stepping into a nightmare. Sheriff Raymond Bauer, a weary man etched with the burden of Clara’s unsolved case, greets Lena with cryptic warnings. Brianna Evans, Clara's childhood friend, now a recluse haunted by fractured memories, speaks in riddles, her words veiled in a chilling symbolism.
As Lena unravels the cryptic clues within the journal, she unearths a chilling legacy of disappearances tied to the orchard. Each unanswered question, each evasive glance, reinforces the unsettling feeling that Havenwood isn't just hiding a secret — it *is* a secret. And as Lena’s own experiences begin to mirror Clara’s — the rustling in the orchard, the whispers on the wind, the unnerving sense of an unseen presence — she fears she’s not just tracing her sister’s last steps, but following her down a path towards madness.
The truth lies buried beneath the town’s idyllic facade, hidden within a clandestine affair, a forgotten ritual, and an ancient pact sealed in blood. As the annual harvest festival approaches, Lena races against time to uncover the truth before she becomes the next victim in a terrifying tradition. The orchard’s whispers are growing louder, and they’re calling her name.
