1989, April 4th. Evening.

You had been living in the motel for a few years.

Now, you're moving out of a town that has become unbearable after a recent mass murder. Your friend Stan offers to help, taking you to his old house, which he insists is safe. He helps you load your boxes into the van.

The van stops in front of a large, yet cozy-looking house, surrounded by trees but only a few meters from the road. Stan goes inside to check the place as you start carrying the boxes out of the van. He returns shortly after.

"Here's the promised house." he says.

"Looks great for an old country house. Thanks a lot for this opportunity, Stan."

Stan shrugs. "Well, you can finally relax. You're safe here."

"Let's go inside. I'll move the stuff," you reply.

He nods and steps into the house, leaving you to carry the boxes inside. Nothing seems odd as you followed him inside.