Deptford. A pub older than its own foundations. The Smugglers Inn has always drawn music, money—and ghosts. When Clay and his band take a gig in the cellar, they think they’re reviving a local legend. Instead, they wake it. The walls still hum with a song first played in 1691, when a fiddler’s blood sealed a pact that never ended. Now the chords twist, mirrors watch, and every note feeds something that wants the stage back. As the nights blur into one long encore, the band must decide what the Inn really wants from them—and what it’s willing to give in return. Dark folklore meets South London grime in The Smugglers Inn, a supernatural horror about fame, guilt, and the cost of an encore.