To pay off my debts, I took a high-paying job livestreaming an overnight stay in a haunted house. At midnight, the old landline in the living room suddenly rang. The caller ID showed the woman who had died here three years ago. The livestream chat erupted. I steeled myself and picked up, but the only thing I heard through the receiver was a chilling plea for help. From then on, I was dragged into a carefully constructed death trap. Every step brought me closer to the truth, and closer to the killer.
