In the quaint town of Eldridge, where sunlight barely broke through the dense canopy of trees, stood an old Victorian house, cradled by the embrace of overgrown weeds and clambering ivy. The air inside carried a weight, and an unsettling stillness settled around the family as they moved in, their laughter echoing strangely against the creaking walls. Emily, the eldest daughter, noticed it first—a low, rhythmic pulse, a heartbeat beneath the floor.