What do you do when your indie film budget runs out and the location you can afford is a century-old mansion filled with grudges? Hugo Ashford is twenty-five, brilliant at framing a shot, and born into a fading family line of spirit-wardens whose rules he quietly broke years ago. When he rents Blackwood House to shoot his first feature, he expects mice, bad wiring—and maybe a neighbor complaint. He does not expect a cast of resentful, opinionated ghosts who know exactly how to emot emotionally into a camera. Aiden Phillips is earnest, hopeful, and disastrously cheap—exactly the kind of naïve lead actor Hugo can afford. Aiden thinks he's signed onto a quirky low-budget horror; Hugo sees an opportunity: let the dead act like themselves and cut the makeup and VFX bills. The ghosts oblige, for coin of a different kind. It should be a neat bargain: ghosts earn purpose, Hugo gets a film, and Aiden gets a break. But old grudges, a meddling rival, and Hugo’s family rules about using blood-and-bone magic complicate the set. As late nights and close blocking blur professional distance, the director and his wide-eyed lead find unexpected warmth in a place designed to chill the bone. A haunted-house comedy-thriller about making art on a shoestring, bargaining with the past, and learning which promises are worth breaking. Expect sharp wit, spooky set pieces, and a slow, tender love between a man who can draw sigils in midair and the one person brave enough to act scared for real.