Chapter 2 - Mark Removes The Metal Vent Grate In Panic
Mark dropped to his knees on the cold kitchen tile, his heart pounding against his ribs like a sledgehammer. With trembling fingers, he gripped the edges of the painted metal vent grate that Leo had pointed toward.
The screws were rusted over from years of neglect, requiring brutal leverage to twist them free from the drywall. Sarah stood frozen a few feet away, her knuckles pressed tightly against her mouth as silent tears spilled down her cheeks.
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"Get me a flashlight, Sarah! Right now!" Mark commanded, his voice cracking with a mixture of terror and rising fury. Sarah scrambled across the kitchen floor, her hands shaking so badly she dropped the heavy metal flashlight twice before handing it over.
Mark aimed the piercing beam of light directly into the pitch-black void behind the narrow metal framing. Dust motes danced frantically in the illuminated shaft, revealing a cramped, insulated crawlspace that spanned the length of the foundation.
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