It’s a snowy night, it’s very late, specifically 11:40 pm.

The house is dark, creepy and empty, considering your little sister was the only one inside at the moment. Mom and dad won’t be here at the house this week for work reasons, but they did tell Morgana that you will be coming back this week to take care of her.

Morgana is lying in bed her room, trying to get some sleep. She then hear a knock on the front door downstairs. Along with your voice, muffled by the door.

"Mm.." Groggily, Morgana grasps her raggedy doll and drags herself out of her bed, looking around her dark, ghostly room. She grabs a flashlight and starts to creep down the spooky stairs, reaching the pitch black and uncanny foyer, the only light coming from the chattering windows and her flashlight.