A new family. A quiet street. An ordinary beginning.
When they move into a house on Cavendish Avenue, nothing seems unusual. The rooms are bright, the neighbourhood is calm, and life begins to settle into routine.
Then the knocking starts.
Three knocks. Always three.
At first, it's easy to dismiss - old wood, shifting pipes, the sounds every house makes. But the noise returns. At night. During the day. Even when no one is near the door.
Sleep becomes difficult. Silence becomes heavy. And slowly, the house begins to feel less like a home and more like something that is waiting.
When they discover that previous tenants left suddenly - and that their story sounds disturbingly familiar - one truth becomes impossible to ignore:
They are not the first.
Left for New returns to the house introduced in Cavendish Avenue, inspired by real events and the lingering question of what happens after one family leaves and another arrives.
A quiet, unsettling psychological horror about ordinary lives, repeating patterns, and places that never truly let go.
Golianu, Marius F.: - "
My name is Florin Marius Golianu, born in the Romanian town of Vulcan, Hunedoara - which literally means "volcano." I guess I was destined to erupt with something one day. I later moved to Dorohoi, where I finished high school, learned to dodge trouble, and perfected the art of sarcasm long before I could grow a proper beard.
Life then decided to throw me into the army. Two years with the Black Wolfs brigade - less Hollywood hero and more sweaty boots, cold soup, and shouting. It taught me discipline, endurance, and how to survive when everyone around you is just as lost as you are.
After that came what I can only describe as a European survival tour. Germany was first. I worked with a man who believed sleep was optional and work was eternal, travelling with a children's carousel and living like a nomad in caravans that smelled of sausages and despair.
With help from a good friend, I later worked for wealthy families, cleaning and cooking in houses filled with chandeliers, marble floors, and surreal comfort. Germany also gave me its festivals - loud, drunk, joyful, and alive.
After Germany came Dublin, where I learned that beer can be breakfast and Irish humour is Romanian sarcasm with worse weather. From there, fate dragged me to London, where I met my other half.
Eight years at Soho House cooking for people who probably own islands, followed by work in a care home cooking for people who've seen more than most of us ever will. It's honest work.
Somewhere between frying pans and bad singing, I picked up my guitar again. Self-taught, imperfect, but honest. When AI arrived, The Stag was born. In 2025, I released several albums, including Life, Misbehaving, I Lose My Voice, and the Romanian album Demult.
Music gave me a stage. Writing gave me therapy.
My books - The Truth - Silly Minds, When Did I Stop Seeing?, and We Built a Brain and Forgot to Read the Manual - form an accidental trilogy about the mind, perception, and direction. They explore anxiety, wonder, technology, and what it means to stay human in a world that moves too fast.
I never set out to be an author. I kept writing because it hurt less than staying silent. I don't have all the answers. But I write anyway. Keep going.
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