Midnight has passed, and in the stillness of these hours, the hauntings are never silent.

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After midnight.

By the time she was 14, Carolyn had already learned that houses were temporary things.

She and her mother moved often enough that unpacking never felt permanent.

Boxes stayed folded instead of broken down.

Furniture was arranged for convenience, not comfort.

Each place was treated like a pause rather than a destination.

Something to endure until circumstances changed again.

The house where everything began looked ordinary enough. It sat quietly on a residential street,

narrow and tall, its exterior unremarkable in a way that made it easy to overlook. Nothing about it

suggested danger or history. Nothing hinted at what waited inside.

The layout, though, was strange. The front door opened into a small foyer. From there, the dining room

stretched forward, connected to the kitchen beyond it, but the staircase cut through the center

of the house, blocking the view. Standing on the stairs, Caroline couldn't see the kitchen at all.

It sat hidden behind the structure, tucked just out of sight unless you came all the way down

and turned around. She noticed that detail early on. Something about it bothered her,

though she couldn't explain why.

Caroline spent most afternoons alone. Her mother worked long hours, and by the time Carolyn

came home from school, the house was empty and quiet. The silence wasn't comforting. It felt

heavy as if the walls absorbed sound instead of reflecting it. The first thing that unsettled her wasn't dramatic. It felt heavy as if the walls absorbed sound instead of reflecting it.

The first thing that unsettled her wasn't dramatic. It was music. She heard it while sitting in

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