He wakes up in a house that doesn't remember him.
And every morning, it forgets him all over again.
A man with no name and no past finds himself trapped in a two-story house on the edge of nowhere - a house that resets itself every night. The furniture returns to its original place. The dust vanishes. The food in the pantry restocks. The man, however, remains - unaging, unrested, and utterly alone.
Until the house begins to speak.
Not in words, but in gestures: a rearranged bookshelf, a turned-down bed, a blinking lamp in the attic. The man realizes the house is trying to help him remember something - fragments of a life once lived, scattered like breadcrumbs between the walls. Each day, he uncovers a new piece of himself: a photo, a note, a voice on an old answering machine.
But memory is a fragile thing.
And some doors are locked for a reason.
The House That Forgot Me
is a haunting, hopeful exploration of identity, grief, and the quiet spaces where memory lingers. With lyrical prose and a gently surreal atmosphere, Elias Grove weaves a story that unfolds like a dream and stays with you like a ghost.
Perfect for fans of Matt Haig's
The Midnight Library
, Emily St. John Mandel's
Sea of Tranquility
, or those who believe that places remember... even when people forget.
In this house, healing doesn't happen all at once.
It happens room by room.