“The Myrtles Plantation”

“Some houses are haunted by ghosts. This one is haunted by memory.”

There are places where silence feels natural.

And then there are places where silence feels like something is listening.

Hidden beneath the weight of history and soaked in centuries of whispered terror, The Myrtles Plantation has long been called one of the most haunted houses in America.

But what if the stories are incomplete?

What if the house isn’t haunted by the dead…

but by something that learned how to wear their reflections?

When investigative writer Evelyn Cross arrives at the plantation to document its infamous legends, she expects old myths, staged ghost stories, and tourists desperate for fear.

What she finds instead…

is a house that already knows she’s there.

It begins with mirrors.

A reflection that moves too slowly.
A face that appears where no one stands.
Shadows that remain even after the lights return.

At first, Evelyn blames exhaustion.

Until the mirrors begin remembering things she never did.

Each room inside The Myrtles Plantation seems trapped in a looping nightmare where the past bleeds into the present:

A woman who appears only in reflective surfaces
Midnight whispers coming from locked rooms
Faces staring from glass long after the hallway empties
And a presence that doesn’t attack…

because it prefers to be invited

But the deeper Evelyn investigates, the more horrifying the truth becomes:

The plantation isn’t showing ghosts.

It’s collecting people.

And once the house recognizes your reflection…

it never completely lets you leave.

Told through suffocating psychological dread, chilling supernatural encounters, and relentless atmospheric horror, The Myrtles Plantation is a terrifying descent into a place where mirrors don’t reveal reality…

they distort it.

From The Saint, master of psychological and paranormal horror, comes a novel designed to crawl under your skin and stay there long after the final page.

Because after reading this book…

you will never look into a mirror the same way again.

Especially at night.

Especially when the reflection blinks second.