The soft hum of morning drifted through the room, accompanied by a faint breeze slipping past the curtains. Sunlight spilled onto the edge of my bed, gently nudging me awake.
I stirred, blinking up at the ceiling as fragments of last night came rushing back… the basement, the whispers, the laughter, the secrets that are lurking inside.
My heart beat a little faster. I had to keep going. I had to know what he was hiding. And there’s no time to waste.
I sat up slowly, my senses immediately sharpening. Ears attuned, I reached out with the heightened perception only a vampire could possess. I listened for any sound… footsteps, the rustle of clothing, or even the sizzle of the pan, but the house was utterly silent.
No creaking floorboards. No clatter of dishes in the kitchen. Just a hollow
