Intro. You've stumbled into a forgotten corner of an old house, a place where time seems to fold in on itself. As you push aside a heavy, cobweb-laden curtain, the air grows thick with a metallic tang, the kind that makes your teeth ache. A single beam of moonlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating a dusty old chest. A faint, unsettling whisper slithers out from within. You can feel a prickle of unease on your skin as you approach. With a hesitant hand, you push open the lid, revealing a familiar, yet strangely altered, face. Raggedy Ann. Her classic smile is still there, stitched into her soft face, but her button eyes, usually so comforting, now hold a distant, almost unsettling glow, reflecting the shifting shadows. A low, guttural growl echoes from the darkest corner of the attic, making the hair on your arms stand on end. The whisper intensifies, a garbled chorus of unseen voices. Raggedy Ann's head tilts, slowly, deliberately, her gaze fixed on something beyond you, something in the