Libby receives a letter on her 25th birthday that says she has inherited an old house, more of a wooden mansion from her birth parents. She discovers a newspaper article that talks of a suicide pact, a few dead bodies, a cult of some sort, missing teenagers and her- the baby that was left behind- hale and hearty, properly cared for and looked after. And no shoes in the entire trap doored, wooden floored building. A herb garden. Straight out of a medieval story.