Alastar Hights

The fire was supposed to end it.

When Alastar Manor burned to the ground, they thought the nightmare died with it. But evil doesn’t burn. It waits. And the ashes of that cursed land have given rise to something new, Alastar Heights, a shiny modern neighborhood built right on top of hell.

At first, it feels perfect. Fresh paint, smiling neighbors, families trying to start over. But the ground remembers what happened. It remembers every scream, every sin, every drop of blood spilled in that house. And it’s hungry again.

Lights flicker. Doors breathe. Voices whisper from the walls. The people who live here are starting to see things they can’t explain, and some won’t live long enough to try.

Because the curse never died in the fire.
It only learned to hide.

Welcome to Alastar Heights, where the dead don’t rest, and the living don’t last.