Reaching out,
he found the switch,
and turned it on,
With a "click",
the light came on.
Karen continued downstairs to the basement.
The "terrifying" perception often came not from the actual object, but from one's "imaginative" mind.
When the Immeras family redesigned their basement, they certainly didn't foolishly go for a "gloomy" and "oppressive" atmosphere. However, even if you painted all the walls pink, as long as you knew two corpses were lying inside, you wouldn't feel "warm" or "adorable".
The sobbing continued.
It came from Aunt Mary's workshop.
Karen walked to the workshop door, which was unlocked... After all, there's no need to lock the door.
Karen paused, not rushing to turn the doorknob, but looked back first.
Behind him, the hallway wasn't pitch black due to the lights, but the spiral slope leading to the first floor was still dim and indistinct.
He closed his eyes
