I still hear the electrician’s voice shaking behind me. “You need to leave. Now. Don’t tell your parents,” he whispered, his face drained of color. I laughed nervously—until I followed his stare into the basement. My stomach dropped. Something was very wrong in my parents’ house… and whatever it was, it was never meant to be found.
The electrician’s hands were shaking when he shut off the breaker. His name was Mark, a middle-aged guy with years of experience written all over his face—except I had never seen fear like that on a professional before. “Everything okay?” I asked, standing at the top of the basement stairs. He didn’t answer right away….