A girl runs through a dark hallway, breathing heavily. Emily, whispering, trembling. They said this house has been abandoned for 30 years, but the letter I got yesterday was in my sister's handwriting, the sister who died here. She slowly opens the door. A loud creak, darkness, then white flash.
In the morning, Emily holds a letter and reads it. Emily. It's been 10 years since Lena disappeared. The police said she was dead, but my heart never believed it. Yesterday, I got an envelope. No name, but her handwriting. Close-up of the letter. Meet me at house number 46. I'm okay. Don't come alone. Emily's eyes widen. Cut to black.
Emily walks down a dirt path through the woods. She arrives at house number 46. This house was wrapped in stories. People said they heard screams. Others saw shadows. But me, I was looking for my sister. Low angle shot of the house, eerie and imposing. Emily enters. The door creaks. Dust fills the air.
An old woman suddenly appears behind the door. Mrs. Whitmore. Mrs. Whitmore, in a haunting tone. You're Lena's sister, aren't you? This house doesn't like strangers, but it might remember old blood. Emily steps back, startled. Emily, my sister was here, wasn't she? You know something? Mrs. Whitmore vanishes into the shadows.
Emily finds a hidden door behind a bookshelf. It leads to a basement. She enters with a flashlight. A box sits in the corner. Inside are tapes and letters. Lena was trying to warn people. Something was happening here. Rituals, disappearances. She plays a tape. Lena on the recording. If you're hearing this, I might still be alive. Don't stop. Come to the old train station.
Emily runs from the house, heads to the abandoned train station. She hears footsteps, turns around. Lena appears, alive, tired, but smiling. Emily tearfully. Lena? Lena? I've been watching you from afar. I couldn't come back. They were after me. The sisters embrace. Warm music swells.
House number. Forty-six is being demolished. The sun rises. Lena came back, but the house won't. Some places must end, so we can begin again. Emily and Lena walked down an open Rd. together.
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