The corner they’d never bothered with, that looked perfectly ordinary. The corner that didn’t creak, leak, or crumble like everything else in the house. Daniel walked over and pressed his hand to the wall. Cold. Slightly damp. And the smell, faint, but stronger than anywhere else. Megan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Why is it cold there, Dan?”
He didn’t have an answer. He pressed his ear against the wall as if expecting a noise. Nothing. But something about that corner felt wrong. Misplaced. Like it didn’t belong to the room at all. “We’ll check it tomorrow,” Daniel said finally. Megan didn’t move. Her eyes stayed locked on that wall like she expected it to move. “Yeah,” she murmured. “Tomorrow.”