Chapter 2 - Arthur Hears The Ghostly Voice From The Cellar Depths
The grand marble foyer of the Newport mansion fell into a breathless, terrifying silence as the faint voice echoed upward.
Arthur froze completely, his hand resting on the brass handle of the floor hatch while his heart pounded heavily against his ribs.
Little Lily clutched the hem of his navy suit trousers, her wide eyes reflecting pure shock as she stared into the darkness.
“Daddy... did you hear that?” Lily whispered, her small voice trembling in the heavy, damp air rising from below.
Arthur nodded slowly, his jaw clenching as a cold wave of realization washed over his entire body.
The voice had called out a single word of desperation, a voice he had committed to memory during years of agonizing grief.
Clara looked up from the bottom of the cellar stairs, her bruised face pale and contorted with fresh terror.
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“I didn't put them down there, Arthur,” Clara choked out, wiping dirt and tears from her swollen cheek.
“Someone else locked us both in this subterranean labyrinth months ago.”
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