The House Sitter: A totally gripping and addictive psychological thriller with a shocking twist

Marlowe takes the job the way she takes all of them: a beautiful place at the end of a long gravel road, generous pay, absent owners, and one quiet condition — that she has no one who would come asking after her. The lake house is the loveliest she has ever kept: glass and cedar, the water breathing against the windows. She could almost forget she is alone out here.

Then there are two wet toothbrushes in a house whose owners flew out four days ago. A security log that says someone stood in these rooms at eleven o’clock last night. A note slid under her door in the dark: don’t drink the tea. And a voice from somewhere inside the walls, telling her to get out before the woman who owns this house comes back.

Marlowe tells herself there is an explanation. There is always an explanation. But the doors are keyed from the inside, her phone died at the second cattle grid, and the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to say which version of the evening she actually lived — and whose name she answers to when someone calls it through the dark.

A detective who cannot close the file. A woman in the walls who knows exactly what happened here. And one terrible truth, waiting at the bottom of the stairs, that will make you turn back and read the whole thing again.

But nothing in this house is what it seems, and the last person you should trust is the one telling you the story.

A deeply unsettling psychological thriller about grief, obsession, and the lengths a broken mind will go to keep the people it has lost.  A gripping standalone with an ending you won’t forget