House Of Endless Nightmares

Previously

…He looked at his mother, his small face etched with concern. “Mommy?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. Eleanor didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the photograph. The tears continued to stream down her face, silent testament to her broken spirit. Then, Leo spoke again, his voice lower, more serious, as if relaying a message from a trusted confidant. “Mr. Whispers says…” He paused, his brow furrowed in concentration. “He says the lady’s tears water the roots of the house. He says it likes the taste of regret.”