A Haunted House 2 -2014- File

The second night, the piano played itself. Not a song—just one note. Middle C. Over and over. Steve unplugged the piano from the wall. It had never been electric. He slept in his car.

The lights went out. The grandfather clock chimed fourteen again. When they came back on, the Ouija board was on his cot. The planchette moved. It spelled: S-T-E-V-E—then—D-I-E—then—C-U-T—then—L-A-U-G-H. a haunted house 2 -2014-

The tape showed a family—mom, dad, two kids—sitting on the same living room floor where Steve’s cot now sat. They looked exhausted. Dark circles. Twitching. Then a title card appeared, handwritten in marker: A HAUNTED HOUSE 2 — 2014 — The second night, the piano played itself

The old Asher place had stood empty for thirty-seven years. When Steve bought it at auction for back taxes, the townies just shook their heads. “You don’t know what you’re dragging home,” old Mrs. Cutter warned from her porch. Steve laughed. He was a skeptic, a part-time magician who made balloon animals at kids’ parties. Ghosts? Please. Over and over

Steve laughed. Then he noticed the date burned into the bottom of the frame: 10/31/2014. And in the corner of the video, reflected in a dark window, stood a figure that looked exactly like him—wearing the same clothes he had on right now.