The sun sets over the quiet rows of houses, casting a warm glow over the trimmed lawns and tidy sidewalks. Neighbors greet each other while kids play in the street, laughter filling the air. But as you pass the old house at the end of the cul-de-sac, you feel a slight chill. Rumor has it, something strange happened there years ago, though no one ever talks about it openly. The porch light flickers, and you can’t help but wonder: what really goes on in these quiet streets?