Run: 2026-02-08-01KGYXPS9J72DDQ0STQTK11TEY

**Voice Sheet – Scene: Café in Alborn, MN** *Setting: A quiet corner of the “Hearth & Bean Café” in Alborn, MN. Late afternoon light filters through the window. Isabella is reviewing photos on her camera, her brow slightly furrowed. Hunter enters, badge just visible on his belt. He approaches cautiously.* --- **Hunter:** You Isabella Rossi? The student staying at the Maple Ridge Homestay? **Isabella:** *(startled, looks up)* Ah… sì? Chi sei? Cosa succede? **Hunter:** *(frowning slightly, not understanding)* I’m Detective Hunter. I’m looking into some… unusual things around town. Thought you might’ve seen something. You were out near the old orchard trail yesterday evening, right? **Isabella:** *(nervously gesturing with her camera)* L’ho vista… là nel bosco. Una figura… e poi più niente. Il silenzio. Troppo silenzio. È stato strano… inquietante. **Hunter:** *(leaning in, voice calm but firm)* You took photos out there? Near the trail? Anything unusual—people, vehicles, lights? **Isabella:** *(shaking her head, then pointing to her camera screen)* Ecco… guarda. C’è qualcosa… qui tra gli alberi. Non c’era quando ho scattato, ma ora si vede. Un’ombra… con gli occhi. **Hunter:** *(peering at the photo, squinting)* That… that wasn’t in the original shot? You didn’t Photoshop this? **Isabella:** *(insistent, voice rising)* No! Io non modifico mai le mie foto! È successo dopo—come se la foto… si fosse svegliata. **Hunter:** *(to himself)* Great. Now we’ve got ghosts on film. *(to Isabella)* Did you… hear anything? Voices? A sound like wind but not wind? **Isabella:** *(nodding fast)* Sì! Un sussurro… ma non in inglese. Suonava... antico. Come una lingua persa. Ho provato a registrarlo, ma… *(shows empty audio files on camera)* niente. Solo silenzio. **Hunter:** *(mutters)* Just like the others. No trace. Only witnesses who don’t speak English… or don’t live to tell twice. *His phone rings. He answers sharply.* **Hunter:** Hunter. — What? The Rossi homestay’s generator just blew? And the dog—attacked? — On my way. *(hangs up, turns to Isabella)* Listen… I need you to stay here. Don’t go back home tonight. Tell the barista to call me if you leave. **Isabella:** *(alarmed)* Perché? Cosa c’è che non va a casa mia? **Hunter:** *(grim, already stepping back)* Just… don’t go. And if you see anything in your photos later—anything at all—call this number. *(leaves a card on the table)* *He turns and leaves quickly. Isabella stares at the card, then back at her camera. The photo on the screen flickers—just for a second—the shadow now clearer, eyes glowing faintly.* **Isabella:** *(whispers)* Oh Dio… non sono sola. *(Scene ends)* --- **[End Voice Sheet]**