Scene 1INT. ATTIC - DAYDust motes dance in shafts of sunlight filtering through a grimy attic window. Cobwebs drape neglected furniture, and the air is thick with the scent of forgotten memories.SARAH (20s), dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, navigates the cluttered space with a flashlight. She pushes aside a moth-eaten rug, revealing a dusty wooden chest. Sarah pries it open with a grunt, revealing a jumble of old photographs and a battered metal projector.SARAH (V.O.)My grandma left me this old house after she passed. It's filled with relics from a bygone era. This projector… it looks like something out of a horror movie.Sarah picks up the projector, a chill running down her spine. It has an unsettling weight, as if it holds more than just metal and glass.