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A weary mechanic, his grease-stained hands cradling a mug of steaming coffee, dozes off in the dimly lit room of an old, decrepit haunted house. The cover of a Rolling Stone magazine, featuring a rockstar with wild hair and piercing eyes, peeks out from under his calloused fingers. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight that filters through the cracked windows, casting long, eerie shadows on the mechanic's worn features. The house seems to breathe around him, its creaking floorboards and groaning pipes a testament to its haunted past.