A film expert and her brother are lured to a secluded mansion with the promise of receiving a rare print of a long-lost film. Waiting for them is a deadly secret that someone there will kill to protect.
First the hallway succumbed. The floors, the walls, the ceiling. And like a hungry monster that couldn't be satisfied, it spread to the nearest room, then the next, and the next. There was no stopping it. The fuel seemingly endless. The monster's appetite insatiable.
When it reached Teague's vault room, the four remaining reels of the Hildebrand film went up like the sun, creating a hot ball of metal-melting destruction that consumed the room and everything in it. It wasn't long before the flames reached the cabinet containing Teague's personal collection. Each of the lone reels surrendered to the fire's white-hot fury, the names on the labels melting away as if they'd never existed.
