The film opens with a shaky handheld camera, following a group of urban explorers as they enter the mansion, their breaths visible in the chill air. Each step echoes ominously, amplifying the unease. They whisper nervously among themselves, the leader clutching a map with trembling fingers.
One explorer points at the thirteenth door—a grand, midnight-blue wooden entrance with an ominous iron knocker shaped like a twisted face. Maya, the group's skeptic, hesitates, her flashlight quivering. "Are we seriously doing this? Everyone knows the legend about the thirteenth door," she says, voice barely above a whisper.
Ravi, eager for thrills, grabs the iron knocker and raps three times. The door creaks open slowly, revealing a pitch-black room beyond. A cold gust spills out, extinguishing several candles. "We came for a scare, right? Let's go," he says, trying to mask his apprehension.
Liam, the group's tech expert, sets up a night vision camera. The lens catches fleeting glimpses of blurred figures and spectral shapes. "Did you see that? Something just moved near the mirror," he whispers, voice trembling as everyone huddles closer.
Maya fumbles for her flashlight, panic rising. "This wasn't part of the plan. Someone—open the door!" The group scrambles, but the door refuses to budge. Shadows stretch and twist across the walls, and the hum grows louder, almost deafening.
They emerge, gasping, into the safety of the stormy night, hearts pounding, faces pale. Behind them, the mansion looms, its thirteenth door now sealed. The explorers stare at each other in silence, knowing they captured something far more terrifying than a video—they unleashed a legend that refuses to die.
