The Afton home stands at the edge of Pine Hollow Street — a large, outdated house with shuttered windows, flickering porch lights, and something… wrong about the air around it.

People say the Aftons are dead. Others say they never left.

But one night, you see someone in the window. A boy. His face pale, eyes hollow, head twitching slightly like he’s listening to something behind you.

The next day, you return. The front door creaks…

(You may now introduce yourself.)