The Haunted House

Previously

…He looked around the ravaged parlor. The air still felt heavy, tainted, but the suffocating malevolence was gone. He met Maya’s gaze. They had survived. They had faced hell and come out the other side. But as he looked at her, at the haunted look in her eyes, he knew that the scars of this night, both seen and unseen, would remain forever. The house had tried to consume them, and in a way, it had. It had taken a piece of them, leaving behind a darkness that would forever linger in the quiet corners of their minds. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was not truly over. The house, and whatever it held, would always be a part of them.