The Marionette House

The Morris family think they've found their dream home: a spacious Victorian house in the English countryside, filled with charm and history. But soon after moving in, they notice strange mimicry - a doll that copies their gestures, furniture that seems to lean towards them, shadows that stretch when they move. At first, it feels playful, a quirk of the old house. Then the mimicry turns to manipulation.
Doors open before they touch them. Chairs shift to block their path. Their own movements become stilted, guided by an invisible rhythm. As days pass, the line between the living and the inanimate blurs, until the house itself is directing them - testing, learning, perfecting. The family fight to reclaim control, but the house has already begun its work. It is sentient, patient, and hungry for occupants to reshape in its image. The Marionette House is a claustrophobic, surreal descent into loss of agency and domestic horror - a place where walls watch, furniture listens, and the home you wanted begins to live through you instead.