The Quiet House: a Psychological Horror Novel of a Remote Guesthouse and a Woman Who Never Lets Go

The guesthouse sits just far enough off the road to feel forgotten. Cheap rooms. Local history. Quiet nights. For Arthur and Martha, it seems like the perfect place to rest. For younger guests passing through, it’s an odd but charming stop worth the price. And for Sarah, the caretaker, it’s simply home.From the moment they arrive, something feels wrong. The air is heavy. The rooms seem smaller at night. Phones lose signal, watches fall out of time, and sleep comes with a crushing sense of pressure. Sarah is unfailingly polite, unsettlingly calm, and always nearby. An elderly woman in a wheelchair watches the guests with frightened eyes she cannot control. No one listens to her long enough to understand why.Illness, accidents, and disappearances begin quietly—explained away as coincidence, age, or stress. The house never attacks. It never chases. It simply tightens around those inside it, responding to their presence in ways that feel physical, deliberate, and inevitable.The Quiet House is a slow-burn psychological horror novel where dread replaces shock and realism makes the terror inescapable. This is not a story about ghosts or curses. It is about proximity, control, and a place that does not want you dead—only unable to leave.