You grasp the brass knocker in your hand, feeling the weight and solidity of it. The sound rings out through the night air, echoing off the abandoned walls of the house. As you wait in anticipation, you can't shake the feeling that something is not quite right. An eerie chill runs down your spine as the seconds tick by. Just when you begin to think that perhaps it was a mistake to come here, the door creaks open slowly, revealing a figure standing in the shadows. Your heart pounds in your...