Run: 2026-09-23-01M37P1CHJRZH6A8MX5A5DKB2G

Rain hammered the windows of Blackwood Manor all night long. Inside, the grandfather clock struck midnight with a hollow groan. Eleanor Hart descended the staircase, clutching a flickering silver candle. She had heard a scream, sharp and sudden, then silence. The study door stood ajar, spilling pale light into darkness. Her uncle Reginald lay slumped across his mahogany writing desk. A thin ribbon of blood trickled down his pale temple. His fountain pen still rested between his cold, stiff fingers. Eleanor noticed the window was firmly locked from the inside. Yet the fireplace poker lay gleaming wetly upon the rug. Behind her, footsteps creaked softly across the old oak floorboards. She turned slowly, and the candle flame suddenly went out. "Nobody leaves this house tonight," whispered a voice she recognized.