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: You breached Floor 4 and Clara began reading from the property ledger to the shadow entity.
Inside the freezing corridor of Floor 4, the shadow entity solidified, forming the distinct shape of an old man in a 1910 suit. His face was a shifting mask of grief and fury, his hands appearing to be covered in wet ink and what looked like blood.
Julian sobbed against the wall, his body racked with tremors. “I’m so sorry, Maya,” he choked out, his voice raw. “For taking your life savings. For using your foster care history… to isolate you.”
It was a real apology, born from pure terror and recognition.
Clara, unwavering, stepped further into the center of the hall. She held up the 1912 silver pocket watch, its gleam catching the flashlight beam, then spread Arthur Pendelton’s notarized deed receipts across her other palm.
“This is the truth, Arthur Lindqvist!” she declared, her voice echoing in the cold, unlit space.
Nadia, holding her phone steady, recorded the entire room. The spectral manifestation, Julian’s breakdown, Clara’s defiant stand. Every detail was being preserved, brought into the cold, harsh light of modern technology.
The entity recoiled slightly, its form flickering at the sight of the physical evidence. It seemed to feed on darkness and ignorance, and now, it was being exposed, documented, and challenged by three determined women.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 17 to continue the story.
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