AN: Hello. Everyone. I have been reading Fanfiction for quite a while since I was in my teens. Even as well as writing it. I have not written any Sinister fanfictions and I'm usually late in my stories because I don't find out about new movies until many years later when I show interest in them. This time, I showed some interest in writing a Sinister Fanfiction. My writings usually involve science fiction/ fantasy and horror. So let's see how this turns out.

This story takes place a few years after Sinister 2.

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The first thing Ellie Lewison did was stand outside her new house. It was a white two-story house with a wrap-around porch. The house had peeling paint from the exterior walls. But she could remodel and touch it up to make it her own. The 20-year-old was eager to have her first independent move from her parent's house to this one. Signing all the papers was the greatest experience as she signed.

She walked up the porch steps and produced a key from her keychain. The thrill of excitement ran through her and she paused to look behind her. Her mother and father were smiling and holding a camera. "Go ahead, dear." She placed the key into the lock and turned it. She heard the click and opened the door. Then her mother took a photo of her opening the door.

She fully opened the door and noticed the greyish gloom of the house. A sense of momentary fear enveloped her for a moment. When she visited prior, the curtains were drawn, bathing the entire house in light. But it seemed something had pulled all the curtains. She figured it was nothing to worry about and turned on the lights. The gloomy gray was illuminated by ceiling lights. The house was exactly like she had seen it prior. She breathed a sigh of relief. Her parents followed her inside and started to draw the curtains, allowing the sunlight to filter through the windows.

The house was light, airy, and it didn't seem like it had any dark history. She always figured old houses did have some kind of history. She hoped this house had a good history.

She stepped into a room that overlooked the backyard. An old tree stood in the backyard, a little ways from the house, and for a moment, she thought about painting the tree when she set up a canvas on her easel. She loved Bob Ross and his oil paintings. He was such a kindred spirit and she watched many shows on how to paint with oils. Her medium was acrylic though. The techniques were almost the same. She also used a blender when she mixed her acrylics. Maybe one day, she'll get brave and try oil paints.

"Ellie. The movers are here." Her mother said, breaking her thoughts.

Ellie stepped out of her future art studio and saw the moving truck pulling in. This was going to much easier with help and the day was spend instructing the movers where things were to go.

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Later that evening, Ellie decided to start her first canvas painting. She set up her easel and canvas. She stood there in front of it, wondering what scene she should paint. She had her answer and began to slowly paint.

Then she heard a 'clunk'. She looked up, listening.

'Clunk'.

Ellie placed down her paintbrush and listened again. Maybe there were rats or a squirrel upstairs. Slowly, she left the art studio, listening. The 'clunk' came again and she paused. A feeling of nervousness flitted around in her belly. There was clearly something going on. She was hesitant on finding out if the clunk was truly a rodent.

She looked up at the attic string, not really sure if she wanted to meet the rodents head-on. Had to be a squirrel or a raccoon. "Don't think so." She mumbled to herself. "Raccoons can have rabies."

Ellie stepped away from the attic, making a mental note she would check the attic in the morning for any trace of raccoons. She ran a paint-crusted hand across her long brown hair and she closed her hazel eyes to think. She would need also a pest control man to come to collect them if there were any.

'Clunk' Ellie shook her head and pulled the rope down to the attic. It sounded like something was being moved or placed. The ladder came and she started to climb up the ladder. She reached for her cell phone and drew it out. She used the flashlight and looked around. A box was there. She climbed into the attic and looked at the box. "How did this get here?" She thought. She walked over to the box and opened it. 8mm reels of family films.

It was weird and there was even a projector. Was it too late to watch a single home movie? She closed the box and took it downstairs. She set the films down near her and closed the attic. There were no rats or raccoons. She had noticed that when she shined her light. She was curious about the films though and a strange curiosity took over. Maybe one she could watch. She walked to the office and set the box on her desk. She took one of the canvas dropcloths and thumbtacked it up. She figured out the projector and watched the latest video. It started off as normal as possible and it revealed a young family with two young children. Both of them appeared to be a brown-haired boy and a red-headed little girl. The boy went off-screen and then returned with some drinks. It seemed nice and relaxing. Then the scene switched to something else. It was dark and someone was walking until they reached three sprawled figures. They each wore head bags and then the boy came out and she watched aghast as the boy sawed his family up. Then the boy turned to the camera and put a finger up to his lips. Then the film ended.

Ellie sat there even after the film was over. What did she just see? It also made her a little nauseated from viewing the film. She shook as she took off the reel and put it back into the box. She decided not to see any more horrific films. First thing in the morning, she'd call the police and have them take the video box away. Ellie left her studio and walked to the kitchen. A nice gulp of Mylanta would help settle her stomach.

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Unbeknownst to Ellie, there was a dark figure standing in the shadows, observing her. He wouldn't make his appearance to her yet. He could be patient for now. But if she wasn't proceeding the way he wanted, he'd make sure she would follow through.

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