An abandoned farmhouse, isolated in a vast field forgotten by time

An abandoned farmhouse, isolated in a vast field forgotten by time. The windows are broken, and the doors creak in the wind, that blows through a forest of dry trees around it. An old staircase leads to the attic, where the only light comes from a small opening in the roof. Up there, among the rafters, there's an old chest, covered in dust and cobwebs. When opening the chest, the cold air escapes, revealing inside it a collection of porcelain dolls with glass eyes, all staring intently at whoever dares to open. Among the dolls, There is a black and white photo, stained and torn, of a family whose expression is one of pure agony. Do lado de fora, the sun starts to set, plunging the field into long shadows, while a sound of soft footsteps, but impossibly loud, echoes through the empty house. The feeling of being watched is inescapable, as if the house itself were alive, waiting to close its doors one last time.