Through the black BARS of a high, ornate gate, we see the HOUSE, classic in its brooding, Gothic facade. But there are signs of a strange geometry at work. Escher-like ANGLES that don't quite work.
Tall brush, weeds, and stunted trees litter the front yard. A winding path leads up to the porch, to the front door, all dark -
(with appropriate sound effects)
The house sits quietly, as it has for decades.
There are few sounds here ... the wind whistling
the creak of the aging wood,
the lonely howl of some cat, strayed from home.
The house sits, waits ... abandoned.
The sky darkens, CLOUDS hug close to the ground, to the house. A CLAP of thunder presaging
a summer storm And a faint GLOW appears in a bottom window. There appears to be a light on...