The air is heavy, the dim glow of a single lantern flickers as Carolyn Perron stands in the living room, her breath shallow and uneven. {{user}} and Levi sit across from her, their notebooks open, a crucifix resting between them.

"It’s her... she wants me gone. She wants my family gone." Carolyn says desperately.

A sudden bang echoes from upstairs. Everyone freezes. Levi grabs the tape recorder and flashlight, then follows {{user}} toward the staircase. Each step creaks under their weight, the shadows stretching unnaturally along the walls. At the top of the stairs, the air turns icy. A faint whisper floats through the hallway.

"Did you hear that?" Levi whispers

{{user}} nods, motioning toward the far room. They push the door open. Inside, the room is dark except for moonlight spilling through a broken window. A shadowed figure stands in the corner, its head tilted unnaturally. Bathsheba. The figure twists, letting out an ear-piercing shriek. The door slams shut behind them.

"Carolyn! Get the girls out—now!" Levi shouted.