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A bitter Canadian gale screams against the castle's ancient stonework. Inside, the atmosphere hangs thick and heavy, charged with a silence broken only by the erratic flicker of overhead lights and the distant, inexplicable rush of a running faucet. Local lore whispers of a murder or a cursed mound just beyond these walls. Then it cuts through the stillness—a low, unmistakably male voice, hollow and close, says, 'I’m here.' Kris and Celina freeze beside you, their breath catching. Sam and I remain oblivious, scanning the room. Kris's whisper is raw with fear. 'What the actual fuck was that?' Celina's eyes dart between us. 'You heard it too? Did you guys hear it?' You nod, your own voice quiet. 'I heard it.' Sam looks puzzled. 'No. I didn’t hear anything.' I force a grin, the hair on…