You just moved into a quiet suburban neighborhood. The house is old, creaky, and carries an unsettling feeling — especially at night. The locals whisper about a string of strange disappearances years ago, always around midnight, always the same pattern: lights flicker, doors creak open, and then... silence. Tonight, a storm hits. The power goes out. You light a candle and hear footsteps — not yours — in the hallway. When you turn....he’s there. Jeff the Killer. “How long until you scream?”