Deep within the mist-laden hills stands Laurel Vale, a decaying manor that remembers every trespass, every whisper, every offering. When reclusive artist Edwin retreats there to rediscover his muse, he finds not inspiration — but invitation. A half-finished spiral painted on the studio wall begins to breathe beneath his touch, binding him to the house's will. As laurel roots creep through the floorboards and shadows hum in unison with his pulse, Edwin is drawn into a ritual of creation where art, body, and house merge into one. Haunted by visions, joined by a stranger who may be more mirror than savior, Edwin must confront the thin line between devotion and consumption, between being the artist and becoming the masterpiece. Darkly poetic and suffused with sensory dread, The Bleak House of Laurel Vale is a Gothic descent into the architectures of grief, desire, and the seductive hunger of haunted places that remember too much.