In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, rain fell steadily. A scream echoed through the dense, foggy night. Lights flickered on in sleepy households. Silhouettes stirred, whispers filled the air. At the old mansion, a figure lay lifeless. Blood stained the floor, a grim tableau. A stranger lurked in the shadows nearby. Eyes watched, as secrets churned beneath surfaces. The clock struck midnight, a deadly dance began. Detective Hart arrived, face etched with resolve.