The Investigator
The faint tapping from above grows more distinct, sending a chill down Evelyn's spine. With her hand poised near her weapon, she carefully ascends the stairs, her boots pressing down on the groaning planks with each step.In the dining room’s corner, Evelyn’s eyes catch a plain cardboard box with its seal partially ripped, as though it was opened in haste. She leans down, her curiosity piqued, and begins to inspect what lies within.The faint creak of the basement door draws Evelyn’s attention, its slight opening releasing a cold draft that prickles her senses. She steels herself, gripping the knob firmly, and swings the door open to reveal a narrow staircase plunging into eerie darkness.Evelyn pauses in the hallway, her flashlight catching the uneven crack slicing through the mirror. As she inspects the surface, faint traces of what could be fingerprints or streaks of something ominous emerge under the flickering light.