A moldy jack-o-lantern falls off the front porch step...

...as she walks up the stairs for the first time in months. There's very little she remembers from that night, and a small part of her is thankful for her Swiss-cheese memory. The other part desperately wants to know what happened that night. Her shrink thinks coming back here will help stir her memories. She's not sure if knowing the truth will help her sanity or make her crazier.

The stairs creak as she walks up them and for some reason she can vaguely remember that detail; it feels like deja vu. Remnants of the yellow police tape are scattered on the porch and it looks like no one has touched this place since that night. She's not ready to go in yet, so she walks along the porch, touching the railing as if it'll spark something in her and tell her what she needs to know. Unfortunately, nothing comes of it except for a few blackened fingers from the dirt that's accumulated on the the once white wood.

She takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes. She remembers the smell of the crisp fall air from that night even though it's already summer. Her eyes open and she feels she's ready to walk right into the abandoned house of nightmares. There's a chance that once she walks through that door her brain will experience memory overload, but she doesn't care. She knows she needs to do this, face that tragic night again, in order to move forward with her life. She reaches for the knob, but before her hand even touches it the door flies open and she's plunged into darkness once again.