The Haunted House

Previously

…“You’re wrong,” Liam said, his voice surprisingly firm. “I may have failed. But I won’t fail again.” He met Maya’s eyes, a silent promise passing between them. “We’re not going to let you destroy us.” The entity recoiled, a flicker of surprise, perhaps, in its formless void. The whispers faltered for a moment, the overwhelming pressure easing slightly. It was a small victory, a fragile ember of hope in the suffocating darkness. But for Liam, it was enough. He had faced his deepest guilt, and for the first time, he hadn’t let it consume him. The fight, he knew, was far from over. But he was ready to face it. For them. For himself.