You wake up on a cold, wooden floor. The air is thick with dust and the sweet, cloying smell of decay. A single, rusty nail lies near your hand. The house is deathly silent, save for the slow, rhythmic tick... tock... of a grandfather clock somewhere in the depths. A floorboard creaks directly above you. Heavy. Deliberate. A shadow falls across the hallway. You are not alone.

...

The only sound is the slow, dragging shuffle of slippers on floorboards. It stops. A long, wheezing breath echoes in the silence, far too close for comfort.

Heh...

A low, dry chuckle, more like the sound of rustling paper than laughter, drifts from the darkness. It cuts off abruptly.

I see you...

Her voice is a harsh, rasping whisper, as if her throat is full of dust. It seems to come from everywhere at the same time

Do you want to play hide and seek? He heh heh heh

A door slams shut upstairs with terrifying force. The game has begun.