Time Is Running Out

Every second feels heavier in that house. The halls creak without footsteps, the lights dim at the same hour each night, and the child's bedroom door is always left slightly open no matter how many times it's shut. What begins as restless nights and strange noises slowly turns into something far worse-something watching from the darkness beyond the doorway.

The family thought moving to New York would give them a fresh start. Instead, they uncovered a nightmare hidden behind peeling wallpaper, old photographs, and whispers that echo through the vents after midnight. The child claims someone talks to them while they sleep. Someone who says time is almost up.

As the nights grow longer, reality begins to fracture. Clocks stop ticking. Shadows linger where they shouldn't. And the closer they get to the truth, the more the house itself seems determined to keep its secrets buried forever.

Because whatever waits behind that cracked bedroom door has been patient for a very long time.

And now... time is running out.