My Husband Said Floor 4 Didn't Exist While Draining My $145,000 Savings—Until His Ex Revealed The 1912 Pact Sealed Above Our Bedroom
👉 Previous action: Clara revealed the spectral entity on Floor 4 is Julian’s great-grandfather, trapped by a blood covenant fueled by secrecy and financial drain.
Julian returned home at midnight, his eyes dark with exhaustion and his skin an ash-grey pallor. He walked past me as if I weren’t there, heading straight for the concealed plaster panel in the hallway.
My tablet, resting on the kitchen counter, blinked furiously. Another bank alert. Julian had attempted a final withdrawal: $320,000. The entire remaining reserve of my architectural studio, gone.
My stomach dropped. He was trying to liquidate everything.
He was going to purchase an antique occult vessel from an online estate seller. Clara had warned me about this escalation, whispers of ‘artifacts’ in her own marriage to Julian. He truly believed he could buy his freedom.
Just as Julian reached the hidden door, Nadia Garber pounded on our apartment door.
“Maya! It’s Nadia! I have the injunction!” she yelled through the thick wood.
But Julian had already locked the interior doors, the heavy click echoing ominously in the silent apartment. He turned, his eyes wide and bloodshot, fixed on me.
“Midnight is approaching,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, a tremor running through him. “Floor 4 is waking up. We don’t have time.”
The ceiling above us groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through the floorboards. The air grew perceptibly colder. He was desperate, trapped, and dragging me into the heart of his family’s horror.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 13 to continue the story.
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