Some houses are built with bricks and wood.
Others are built with grief.
Ravenhill House has stood for decades, watching people arrive hopeful and leave broken or never leave at all. Whispers crawl through its walls, shadows remember names, and the dead refuse to rest. It is a place where fear is not an accident, but a design.
Junghoon is its owner.
A man shaped by loss, driven by revenge, and addicted to suffering. He doesn't run from the paranormal he cultivates it. Every scream inside the house is a reminder that he survived what his mother didn't.
Then comes Sunhee.
A girl too gentle for a place so cruel. A soul the ghosts cannot touch. Her presence disrupts the balance of death and hatred, forcing Junghoon to confront a truth he has buried deeper than any corpse: some wounds don't heal through pain they demand forgiveness.
The House That Remembered Me is a psychological horror fantasy about trauma, obsession, love that feels like salvation, and love that feels like punishment. This is not a story about ghosts haunting a house.
It is about a house haunting a man.
And the girl who dared to walk inside.