Janelle couldn’t shake the unease that lingered as she wandered through the house. It wasn’t just the whispered warnings or the unsettling flicker of the chandeliers—it was something deeper, something she couldn’t name.
Then, she found it. Hidden in the back of the third-floor study, behind an ornate mahogany bookcase, was a sealed doorway. The realtor hadn’t mentioned it, and judging by the dust gathered around its edges, no one had touched it in years.