It was a dark and stormy night. A bolt of lightning illuminated the scene before me-an old, abandoned house, its windows boarded up from the inside. I could hear the rain tapping against the window panes, and a cold wind was blowing through the broken windows. Suddenly, I heard a voice calling my name. It was familiar, but I couldn't place it. I walked towards the voice, and as I got closer, I saw that it was coming from the boarded up window in front of me. --ar 16:9 --stop 89 --hd