Louise and I had recently moved into her late grandmother’s house, a spacious home perfect for starting our family. We were excited about the fresh start and made several renovations to make the house our own.
However, there was one room Louise was adamant I avoid—the second bathroom near our bedroom.
“Connor, please respect my privacy and stay out of there,” she asked. I didn’t understand her secrecy, but I trusted that she had her reasons. As the weeks turned into months, my curiosity about the room grew stronger.
One night, unable to resist any longer, I quietly slipped into the bathroom while Louise was asleep. In the corner, I noticed a small hole emitting a strange red glow.
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