You know how some places feel as though they’ve absorbed the people who passed through them?
Sometimes it’s in the atmosphere. Or sometimes it’s a worn patch on the staircase or a mark on a wall, or a room that feels different from the others. Whether it’s hotter, colder or simply watchful.
That’s where The Muse takes us.
Cara and Mitch retreat to an isolated cottage in the Scottish Highlands, hoping that distance might save their failing marriage. Instead, they find themselves drawn into the strange world of The Retreat, with its impossible rooms, locked doors and unsettling atmosphere.
Then there’s Quinn, the mysterious artist whose paintings all depict the same woman.
Meredith.
As Cara becomes increasingly fascinated by the paintings, Meredith begins to make herself known. And the boundary between painting and reality, memory and haunting, begins to disappear.
I’ve always been fascinated by the space between what we can explain and what we simply feel, and perhaps that’s why The Muse feels particularly at home during October, when the veil is at its thinnest.
If you’d like to take a detour from The Road Beyond the Map and spend a while somewhere considerably more unsettling, The Muse is on promotion for a short time.
Some places don’t simply hold memories.
Some places were never meant to be escaped.
