First timer

Previously

…The void in the master bedroom was a constant reminder of what lurked within. I had survived the climax, but the house had left its mark. I was no longer the same person who had walked in, full of skepticism and a naive curiosity. I carried the echoes of Eleanor’s terror, the whispers of the Presence, and the chilling knowledge of my own resilience. I had faced the darkness and found a flicker of light within myself. Now, the question was, would that light be enough to keep the shadows at bay, or would the house, forever waiting, find another way to draw me back in? The road ahead was uncertain, but the taste of freedom, however temporary, was a powerful incentive to keep moving.