February is the worst. School is boring. I wish I could have fun all the time.
Right this way my boy. You can trust me.
Oh boy am I glad to have you here. Let's have fun.
Sure... this place seems really wonderful... Perhaps too wonderful.
Harvey was bored with life and was unsure if he could bear it one moment longer. He wished desperately to be taken away from what was boring and shown a fun time. Then one day, alone in his room, Harvey got his wish.
You mean we just... run away...?
Rictus was a strange man and Harvey was unsure whether or not he should trust him. He offered Harvey a fun time free of responsibility or burden. A time away from the boringness of everyday life. Harvey followed Rictus to The Holiday House.
It's... it's been so long...
Open arriving to the house, Harvey meets Wendell, a resident apparently for many months. Wendell has a carefree attitude. Fittingly, his favorite phrase "who cares!" makes it's way into just about every conversation. But something was starting to make Harvey suspicious.
Harvey and Wendell planned their escape and one night snuck out. They were confronted by many of the house's loyal servants who tried to tempt them with every treat imaginable. But Harvey and Wendell both eventually escaped and ran back to their houses.
A surprised awaited Harvey when he returned home. Instead of life continuing as he had left it before he went to the house, time had passed. One day spent inside the house was the same as one year for people living outside the house. Harvey had only stayed for a month, but his parents aged 30 years. He was determined to get his time back.
Harvey was able to go back to the house and destroy it. In turn, he destroyed the grip the house had on time. His parents couldn't believe it but Harvey took them to the place where the house had been. And there, sure enough, were other people who had formerly been prisoners of the Holiday House.