A flashlight beam sweeps across a flooded basement, the camera descending creaking wooden stairs as water ripples black around the bottom step. In the corner an ancient tape recorder sits on a crate, its reels turning though unplugged, a warped lullaby warbling through the damp air, slowing with each verse. The flashlight catches children's drawings plastered on the walls, the crayon figures' faces scratched out, and the camera pans to find small wet footprints leading from the water's edge to the recorder and stopping. The lullaby halts mid-note, the reels spin backward, and a child's voice whispers the listener's name from the darkness behind the camera. The flashlight dies, the tape clicks, and in the sudden silence something splashes in the water, very close. Primal fear, single-source flashlight lighting, found-footage realism, photorealistic, 24fps.