In the quiet town of Blackwood, Detective Emily Hart parked her car in front of the grand Victorian house. The house, known as The Manor, was eerie even in the daytime. A cold breeze swept through the street, carrying whispers of secrets long forgotten. Emily climbed the front steps, her boots echoing on the worn marble. She knocked on the heavy oak door, her heart pounding in her chest. It creaked open, revealing the empty hallway beyond. She hesitated, then stepped inside. The air was thick with dust and decay. She turned to her left, her flashlight casting long shadows on the walls. The kitchen was dark, but the faint scent of coffee lingered in the air. A coffee cup was set on the counter, untouched. Emily's gaze drifted to the back door, ajar. A chill ran down her spine. She knew this wasn't her first visit to The Manor.