# ****
The stairs creaked under Lena's feet so loudly, as if the house wanted to announce to everyone that a stranger had once again entered its territory.
The flashlight beam cut only partially through the darkness – the black walls seemed to absorb the glow, as if the space fed on light as much as fear.
A heavy coldness permeated the upstairs.
The kind that seeps into your clothes, seeps into your bones, and forces your body to shiver.
This wasn't an ordinary cold house.
This was a cold… conscious.
Lena moved the flashlight beam across the doors of each room.
The one with the floral wallpaper.
The one with the broken window.
The one with scratches on the doorframe, looking like fingernail marks.
And finally…
The children's room.
The door was slightly ajar, and a strange, rhythmic sound came from inside.
A soft, metallic sound, repeating every few seconds.
*Click… click… click…*
Like someone was tapping something with a steel rod.
Or… winding up a music box.
Lena pushed open the door.
The interior was exactly as she remembered it from years ago.
A bed with broken rungs.
A small table that had once belonged to the Kowalski children.
A wardrobe with a door ajar just a centimeter—so slightly that it looked like lips ready to whisper a secret.
And in the middle of the room lay a music box.
Old, scratched, with a painted angel on the lid.
No one had touched it.
And yet…
*Click… click…*
It was winding itself.
Lena knelt slowly and reached out, but before her fingers touched the toy, the music box stopped moving.
A silence fell, so profound it could have stung your ears.
Only then came another sound.
Breathing.
Behind her.
Piercingly close.
Lena whirled, the flashlight beam hitting the mirror on the wall.
In the reflection, she saw a shadow—tall, deformed, with arms too long to be human.
The shadow moved.
But behind her… there was no one.
Only the mirror revealed the truth.
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# **Chapter 5 – Adam**
Lena ran from the room and slammed the door with all her might.
She stood in the hallway, trying to calm the pulse that seemed to be pounding against her ribs like a hammer.
Then she heard footsteps.
Fast, heavy, familiar.
– Lena!
– Adam?
The silhouette of a man emerged from the darkness.
– Flashlight, holster, adrenaline on his face.
Adam looked as if he had been searching for her all night.
He approached quickly, placing his hands on her shoulders. "What are you doing here?" he hissed. "I've been looking all over the village for you. No one would tell me where you went, but I had a feeling."
"Marta. She was here. She… left lights, traces, a journal—"
"I know, Lena. I know more than you think."
He looked into her eyes so intensely that for a moment she forgot to breathe.
"This place is bad. It always was. But now… it's worse."
"What's happening with Marta, Adam?"
"I don't know yet. But we'll find her. I promise."
The word "promise" hung strangely heavy in the air.
There was something more than concern in it.
Something they hadn't said in years.
His fingers accidentally brushed her hand.
As if they remembered a touch from a decade ago.
And suddenly the floor beneath them groaned so loudly that they both jumped back.
The house was responding.
He was listening.
He was feeling.
"We have to go downstairs," Adam said. "I think the house wants us to go there," Lena added quietly.
"That's no reason to follow him."
"But Marta's there."
Adam gritted his teeth.
"Then we're going together. Not a step without me, understand?"
"I understand."
In the darkness, the house creaked as if it were alive.
It seemed to smile.
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# **Chapter 6 – Voices in the Walls**
Descending downstairs, Lena noticed something that hadn't been there before.
Red, fresh lines appeared on the walls.
As if someone had run dirty hands over the plaster.
But these weren't ordinary marks.
They formed words.
*BACK.*
*DON'T RUN.*
*LENA.*
Her name was written three times.
Each time bigger.
"What am I seeing..." Adam stared at the wall in disbelief. "That's impossible. This is… fresh."
"Marta wrote it," Lena whispered.
"No, Lena. This… this doesn't look like handwriting."
They were standing in the living room when the house suddenly slammed all the doors shut at once.
As if someone had clapped their hand to close the door to the outside world.
The air thickened, overwhelming them like deep water.
"Do you hear that?" Lena asked.
Adam nodded.
In the walls, in the floor, in the ceiling… something was moving.
It walked heavily and unevenly, as if it had many legs.
Sometimes close.
Sometimes far away.
Voices whispered from all directions at once:
*"You didn't come for her…"*
*"You left her…"*
*"Come back…"*
Lena felt tears well up.
The house knew where to strike.
"Don't believe it," Adam whispered, placing his hand on her cheek. "Those aren't her words. That's not her voice."
"But it sounds like Marta."
"That's a lie. That thing… that lives here… that preys on your emotions."
His face was so close she could feel the warmth of his breath.
For one trembling split second, all the darkness in the world ceased to exist.
But then…
A screech.
A chilling, high-pitched, inhuman sound.
It came from the basement.
Adam glanced down at the stairs and clenched his fists.
"Well, we have a direction."
"The basement..." Lena repeated, her voice trembling.
"I won't let you go," Adam added, grabbing her hand.
"I know," she replied, lacing her fingers with his.
They went down together.
And the house slammed the door behind them.
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