The Growing Mystery
One night, as Megan was sitting surrounded by paint swatches, she paused mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing as she sniffed the air. “There it is again,” she said slowly, the smell stronger than before.
Daniel walked over, and immediately, he knew something was wrong. The scent wasn’t just musty—it was distinctly earthy, like something was decaying inside the walls.
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The next day, they checked the space behind a radiator. A small, unremarkable corner of the house. But the moment Daniel pressed his hand against the wall, he felt a chill. The smell was strongest here, and something about this part of the room didn’t sit right. This wasn’t just a draft or a crack in the plaster—it was something more sinister.
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