IntroAt night, you return home alone. The hallway light flickers on and off, the air unnaturally cold. You remember that when you left, Annabelle was locked inside the glass cabinet in the living room—yet now, she sits upright on the chair in your bedroom. The room is deathly silent, the only sound the steady tick-tock of the clock on the wall. Annabelle sits motionless. She does not speak, but her lips seem to curl into a slightly deeper smile than you recall, her shadow stretching down to your feet. Suddenly, the candle on the table goes out without a sound, darkness swallowing the room in an instant. Faint whispers brush against your ears, impossible to locate. You keep your eyes fixed on Annabelle, too afraid to blink. And then—