In the depths of darkness

ows of t

ked in places, diffuse sounds, amplified by silence, resounded like so many reminders of his advanced age. On the gro

stantly returning the events of the day: the clearing, the shadows, the crackles. She couldn't convince herself that

ticeable. Her eyes stared at the window, where an indistinct silhouette seemed to be emerging, but in an instant, she

she whispered, backing

y changed, the air becoming freezing. She rubbed her arms, trying in vain to warm up. Looking around, sh

e glass. Once in range, his breath stopped net. A barely r

n the bedside table, but the signal seemed absent. Only a deaf bundle emanat

n the ground floor, groaning gently for himself. -Wh

nt was ajar. It made him shiver. The last time he had seen this door, she was w

ng? Suddenly asked Luca

is pale face. - I ... I just wan

ed. - Are you sure it was no

would have done that? Look around you, Lucas. W

kay ... But if this is the case, we have to know what. We c

eir voices. Mathias was holding her device ag

? Alice asked, her voic

t, where darkness seemed to stretch like a d

o you just want to stay there without doing anything? We

ulous. - Are you serious

ng happens here, we're not going to fl

Finally, she nodded. - Alright. Bu

h breathing seeming required an additional effort. By reaching the bottom, a light torch lamp revealed stone walls

Is it ... a kind of writing? No, these

ons, a strange murmur emanating from the walls echoed in th

wards the stairs. - We have

, the house seemed to be silent again, but the atmosphere was far from reassuring. One t

seemed to be more scary even than the murmurs of the basement. Mélanie wiped the tears

ispered, almost inaudib

ing to keep his calm. But his usual smile had

g to minimize the situation. This basement ... these symbols ... w

. - Call someone? With what? The phone is useless here,

arp voice, she declared: - If we stay here, we will not get out. We have to leave. It do

his voice rising slightly. - Leave ? Go where, Alice? In the middle of the night, in thes

posed by this house. Mathias, still silent, adjusted his glasses and whispered:-There is s

None of them wanted to admit th

something-or someone-had just crossed the upper floor. Mélanie stifled

he whistled bet

le face. This time there was no dou