The Haunted House

Previously

…As Liam looked at Maya, her face etched with a mixture of fear and an almost manic fascination, he felt a knot of apprehension tighten in his gut. Her obsession was no longer just a quirky trait; it was a dangerous descent. And he, the pragmatic one, the protector, felt a growing certainty that he was going to have to pull her back from the brink, no matter how deep it went. The house, with its secrets and its shadows, was already starting to claim them, one by one. Maya was the first to fall under its spell, and Liam knew, with a chilling clarity, that the real horror was only just beginning. The whispers in the walls were no longer just whispers. They were a prelude.