Cat Kept Staring at the Basement Door in Their New Home—They Blamed Mice, But the Real Horror Was Far Worse

Armed with a sledgehammer and grim necessity, Mark returned home. He and Sarah decided they couldn't live another night without knowing what was behind that wall. They hired a local contractor, a rugged man named Elias who had seen everything in thirty years of construction. He laughed when they told him about the cat, but his smile faded the moment he stepped into the basement. “The air’s wrong down here,” he muttered, pulling on his goggles.