When Sarah and Mark moved into their new home, they thought it was the perfect place to start their family. Nestled on a quiet street with a large backyard and a charming old house, they couldn’t have been happier. But as they settled in, strange things began to happen—at night.
It started with the sound of small, shuffling footsteps above them. At first, they thought it was just the house settling or perhaps animals in the attic. But then the scratching began—sharp, deliberate, like tiny fingers dragging across the roof. And that wasn’t all.
Every morning, they found strange, small handprints on their windows, as though someone had been watching them from above. The eerie thing? The handprints seemed to be getting higher each day, as though the invisible children were climbing the walls, getting closer to their windows each night.
One night, unable to shake the feeling that something was watching them, Sarah decided to confront whatever was on the roof. Armed with a flashlight, she made her way upstairs and out onto the roof, only to find it empty. No sign of anyone or anything. But when she turned back to the attic window, she saw them—pale, translucent children, their faces twisted in silent screams, their eyes hollow and black. They watched her from the attic, their fingers pressed against the glass, begging to be freed.
The roof was no longer a place of safety but a bridge to something far more terrifying: a haunting that would not let them go. Soon, the children would want more than just to watch—they would want to play, and they would stop at nothing to drag Sarah and Mark into their world.
But how can you escape a ghost when it's already inside your home?
