Eddie and Sasha are just trying to get away for the weekend. 

He has just lost his job. She has no idea. 

He’s hoping escaping to a beautiful Muskoka cottage will help him forget about it all, and figure out the next move. 

The problem doesn’t seem too bad when their weekend is interrupted by an ancient evil. 

All Harry wants to do is write, but his words have yet to pay the bills. Instead, he spends his days in filthy homes dealing with bugs, rodents and other unwelcome visitors. It’s a mundane job. 

That is until the call at the Peagota House; tales of missing persons, odd rumours, and the source of local urban legends.

The owners seem friendly enough, but one tripwire and one dark basement later, Harry is left wondering what is happening, and why the people in this house have such sharp teeth.

Simon just wants to get to the party where his high school crush is waiting.

He doesn’t want to deal with his obnoxious cousin, or his obnoxious cousin’s political rants or other douchebaggery.

He certainly doesn’t want to deal with the curse of a witch after his cousin steals from her corner store.

But in life, you don’t always get what you want.

A famous graffiti artist struggling with his fading inspiration and looming retirement tries to fight burnout with a weekend trip to the cottage. When the Summer Solstice arrives, the realtors who have been pestering him for months to purchase his lakefront property turn out to be something much more sinister. Colson and his assistant Lizzy are drawn into a world of male zealots hunting for power who will stop at nothing to get it. Even if it means opening our world to true evil.