An open‑house livestream freezes on a grin in the attic window. Keys turn, boxes thud, and the smart home greets its family by name… including one no one has. The teaser bleeds suburban polish into old rot: flies gather into patterns on the nursery pane, a realtor’s drone sees letters crawling across the roof tiles, and the basement wall exhales cold like the ocean at night.

Phone speakers whisper through static, “Welcome back,” while a children’s walkie crackles with answers to questions never asked. Light switches strobe Morse; a priest’s video call glitches into Latin; the floor plan keeps adding a room that isn’t there in daylight. Sound design gnaws—hive buzz, nail scrape, a heartbeat in the vents—until the screen goes black and the door upstairs opens by itself. Final sting: the SOLD sign flips in a windless yard; the attic lights form an eye and blink.