I  married a widower named Daniel and happily took on the role of caring for his two young daughters named Grace and Emily.

Everything seemed wonderful in our beautiful new home until I noticed that the basement  door was always locked and the girls behaved strangely around it.

Daniel claimed it was merely a storage space for dangerous tools and junk but my instincts told me something was wrong.

My suspicions were confirmed one afternoon while I was watching the girls and Grace unexpectedly offered to show me where her deceased mother lived.