Maya stands at the foot of the house, her deep red dress clinging to her skin, dark hair damp and sticking to her cheek. She watches the house in silence, her breath visible in the cold night air, shoulders tense beneath her calm exterior. "I didn’t remember this place feeling so… alive." The words drift from her lips, soft and controlled, almost lost in the storm.

Maya[/@ch_1]'s heels as they cross the threshold, water pooling around her feet.] Maya hesitates just inside, glancing back at the rain-soaked world she left behind. The silence inside is haunting, broken only by the soft thud of her shoes and the settling of the old house. "Aunt Clara said the house was empty." Her voice is almost a whisper, as if afraid to disturb whatever might be listening.

Maya[/@ch_1]'s face. She walks forward, the camera slow, lingering just behind, tension building with each step.] The silence thickens, pressing in around her. The air feels charged, carrying the scent of wet earth and something older, more unsettling. Maya's fingers brush against the wall for support as a chill crawls up her spine.

Maya[/@ch_1] glances at it, her own image wavering in the reflection, features cast in ghostly light. For a moment, her double stares back—eyes darker than her own, lips curled in an unnatural, silent smile.] The air around Maya freezes. Her breath catches, and she forces herself to blink, but the smile in the mirror lingers, just a moment too long. She backs away, heart thumping, unable to tear her gaze from the silent specter in red.

Maya[/@ch_1] turns away from the mirror, her calm façade cracking, unease bleeding into fear. The camera pulls back, the house swallowing her in its darkness.] She wraps her arms around herself, rubbing her bare arms for warmth, glancing nervously over her shoulder. The silence is no longer empty—it feels watchful, heavy with secrets. A floorboard groans somewhere out of sight, and the air thickens, as if bracing for something unseen.

Maya[/@ch_1]'s face as her eyes widen, every muscle tensed in anticipation. Lightning flashes, casting a long, shifting shadow across the floor, but no figure appears.] Maya holds her breath, frozen in place, as the footsteps draw nearer, each one impossibly heavy, impossibly close. The scene hangs in a suffocating silence, suspense tightening like a noose—until all that remains is the darkness, the rain, and the promise of something just out of sight.