The Cursed Threshold
t the silence wasn't comforting-it was suffocating. The kind o
d as she brought the cup to her lips, the taste bitter and unsatisfying. Mark paced back and forth in t
tuffed bear clutched tightly in his arms. He hadn'
. "We need to get out
on and frustration. "And go where, Tess? We don't have anywhere e
ed. "I don't care what it costs. I'm not
. I don't know how to explain this to anyone. If we try
but now it was all she could think about. "Then what do we
spond, a loud crash
from the kitchen, Ma
rounded by shards of broken glass. The window had shattered, and the
y?" Tess asked, ru
ide with fear. "It wa
" Mark asked, s
outside. They were just standing there, sta
ng unusual-just the overgrown backyard and the
uddy," he said, though his v
sted. "And they looked... wr
ah, holding him close. "It's ok
the floor and felt a chill run down her spine. Each shard was
nto her own hands. She couldn't just sit around wait
ed her phone and began searching for information abo
Manor had
ve been involved in occult practices. Over the years, the property had changed hands multiple times, with
asement, but the dimensions didn't match what Mark had described. According to the pl
he space he saw
d a grainy photo of the symbols etched on the basement d
onfronted Mark with
irm. "There's something here-something connec
at if we leave and this... thing follows us? We
that, Mark. It's already targeting Noah. If
ted by the sound of Noah sc
ng in front of the basement door, hi
en," he
kness beyond it seeming to p
away from the doorway. "Go to y
ut
G
before runnin
ess. "We need to
asked, her v
duct tape and began wrapping it around th
hispers began again
ave
es darting around the
tered, his hands fum
ir grew colder. The lights flickere
as it started, the
led door. "That should hold it," he said,
wasn't
eiling, her mind racing. She knew sealing the door was only a tem
ight, she h
d of footsteps on the stairs. But as
p, her hea
d just outside t
, she heard it-a sing
ss.