The Whispering Glade

A crumbling marriage. A secluded manor. A glade whispering secrets.
Fleeing the phantom pains of a miscarriage, landscape architect Sara Landry seeks solace at Blackwood Manor, her refuge in the Vermont wilderness.  She finds unexpected peace restoring a hidden glade, each swing of her mattock a small victory against the encroaching silence in her life.  But the earth yields more than just forgotten roses; it unearths a chilling tale of love, betrayal, and a darkness that whispers from the past.
A hidden diary reveals the tragic story of Eleanor Vance, a woman entangled in a passionate affair and trapped in a terrifying marriage. The vibrant lilies Eleanor once cherished now bloom under Sara’s care, mirroring their presence in the diary entries — and mirroring the unsettling parallels between Sara’s life and Eleanor’s.  Her increasingly distant husband, Daniel, becomes a chilling echo of Eleanor’s controlling spouse. But it's the lilies’ unnatural vibrancy, their almost ethereal glow, that truly unsettles Sara.  They're not just flourishing; they're mutating.
A local botanist confirms Sara’s growing fear: the lilies are infected with a strain known to induce hallucinations and paranoia. Was Eleanor truly paranoid, or was her husband meticulously poisoning her mind? Sara’s search for answers uncovers the Verdant Hand, a clandestine botanical society obsessed with manipulating nature’s power, and a terrifying truth: both Eleanor's husband and Daniel were members.
The glade, once Sara's sanctuary, becomes a suffocating cage. The diary entries bleed into her present, blurring the lines between reality and nightmare.  Haunted by Eleanor’s terror, Sara must confront a chilling question: is Daniel a victim, or is he actively orchestrating her descent into madness?
Trapped between fleeing and uncovering the truth, Sara races against time.  The whispers of the glade intensify, revealing that the Verdant Hand isn't just manipulating plants; they’re manipulating people. The lilies are not just a weapon; they’re a test. And Sara is next.
Will she escape Blackwood Manor with her sanity intact, or become the next victim in its blood-soaked history?  The glade has thorns, and the past, like the lilies, is blooming with a deadly beauty.