When a team of documentary filmmakers ventures into the long-abandoned Blackthorn Asylum, they expect peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and maybe a few staged scares. What they uncover is something far more ancient, and far more alive. Blackthorn was shut down in 1967 under a veil of secrecy, but its true history is older than the stones it was built from. As the crew explores the asylum's decaying halls, they begin to experience impossible phenomena: reflections that move on their own, voices that echo without source, and footage that reveals things no eye witnessed. What begins as a film project quickly descends into a waking nightmare. The asylum pulses with memory and hunger, reshaping itself around their fears. One by one, the group realizes they aren't documenting a haunting, they're participating in a resurrection. An entity once buried beneath thought is returning, not through ritual, but through memory, belief, and blood. Blackthorn doesn't haunt.
It inhabits.
And it has chosen a new vessel.