The house shuddered as the walls darkened, the air growing thick and suffocating.
Rehan grabbed Areeba's wrist. "We're getting out of here—"
But the woman blocked the door.
"You need to understand," she said. "This town isn't real. It's a memory."
Areeba's breath caught. "A memory of what?"
The woman's eyes darkened.
"Of the first sacrifice."
The shadows crawled up the walls. The whispers grew louder.
And beneath them, something stirred.