The Haunted House

Previously

…It was sowing the seeds of discord, watching with unseen eyes as the bonds of friendship frayed, as trust dissolved into suspicion, and as fear began to consume them all. The house, their inheritance, had become their prison, and the walls were closing in, not with brick and mortar, but with the insidious poison of their own fractured minds. Liam felt a cold dread settle over him. They were no longer a group of friends facing a shared enemy. They were four individuals, isolated and vulnerable, each a target, each a pawn in a game they were rapidly losing. And as the night deepened, the whispers in the walls grew louder, promising a darkness that would consume them all.