00:00Under the pale moonlight, Sarah's car arrives at a dilapidated house, its dark windows like
00:07empty eyes staring into the night.
00:10Sarah steps out, her apprehension battling her resolve as the wind howls a mournful song
00:16through the bare trees.
00:18A second-story window creaks open and slams shut, a ghostly invitation she tries to dismiss
00:24as merely the wind.
00:25In the dimly lit living room, Sarah unpacks, surrounded by antique furniture and dusty
00:31portraits, the air thick with the scent of old wood.
00:35A faint whisper drifts from the hallway.
00:37She pauses, listening intently, but there is nothing.
00:41Footsteps upstairs, flashlight in hand, Sarah cautiously approaches the creaking stairs.
00:48Bathed in the laptop's glow, Sarah types.
00:52Unaware of the darkness creeping into the edges of her vision.
00:55A fleeting shadow in the doorway sends a jolt of fear through her.
01:00Is she truly alone?
01:02In the attic's gloom, a porcelain doll's eyes lock onto Sarah's.
01:06A child's laughter echoing around her.
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