They were warned. It wanted their son. It wanted their home. It wanted their lives. Heather was lost in a nightmare. She thought the house was haunted, but when Jacob, her 10-year-old son, began acting strangely, she knew something much more horrible was happening. Ghostly figures appear in the corner of her eyes. Doors slam open and closed. Objects move. Deep, violent growls can be heard. April, her 4-year-old daughter, talks about the old woman in her closet. The old woman tells April things the child couldn't possibly know. This was Scott's dream house. More than brick and mortar, this home represented all the hard work and dedication it took to bring his wife and kids out of the small apartments and shitty little rentals in questionable neighborhoods. This house was a symbol of his love. It was literally a dream come true, at least for him. Scott refuses to admit anything is wrong. They were warned. Mark and Shelly Kirkland weren't always the sweet old couple that bred Great Danes. Once upon a time, before another demon nearly killed Shelly, they hunted monsters. Now, they have to pray that their warning is enough and that the Winstons will listen. They have to hope it isn't already too late. The dead that live in the house are trying to help, but Scott stubbornly refuses to heed the warnings. When an explosion of undeniable proof smacks Scott in the face, he has to call for help, but the Kirklands made it perfectly clear that they are retired. After reaching out to his best friend, Scott and his family begin to understand there is no escape. There's no way to avoid facing this monster head on and sending it back to the pits of hell, or die trying. Can Scott and his hastily assembled team of ghost hunters and demonologists actually stand a chance against something older than time and religion, or is it too late to save his son from the clutches of eternal evil?