CARMINE

*Moving boxes fill the halls. Night arrives. Lights flicker. A door slowly opens by itself. Shadows stretch unnaturally along the walls. One figure stands still behind them in a mirror—gone when they turn. Midnight. The clock stops. A presence creeps closer. One is pulled into darkness. The other reaches out—too late. Footsteps echo upstairs. The house breathes. Something watches… waiting for the next night.*