The air cold, the ground wet as Emily made way to her new home. The exterior was covered with dripping deep maroon, as though it resembled the blotches of stained blood. The picture-perfect shutters, white resembled that of an ancient victorian portrait.The black triangular pointed roof, stalked out from behind the tall green trees, like a mischievous witches’ hat hiding behind the busy bushes. A picturesque Victorian-style house.

Emily got out her car and gawked at the house from afar. She made her way closer and closer to the ancient house…slowly. The dead ground echoed with her footsteps. Surrounded by the heavy fog, welcomed by a gush of cold air. She stood in complete silence, as she evaluated her fresh start. Into the white framed window, she stared intensely. Her intensity locked sight of a headless male’s torso with a red tie hanging down to his chest. Something about the bright red tie felt familiar, she had seen it, felt it and smelt it before. The sight of the red tie pulled her in, deepened her curiosity, awoke a forgotten or hidden memory. Her body froze as her brain quickly tried to piece the puzzle together.

SUDDENLY, a foreign voice swiftly, poked out from behind her and broke her enslaved concentration…