With a deep breath, James forced himself to face the shed. His legs felt heavy, and his heart thudded painfully in his chest. But the voice, the desperate pain it carried, propelled him forward. He couldn’t ignore it anymore, despite every instinct telling him to flee.
He moved through the backyard, each step slow and deliberate, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. His mind was in turmoil, but a sense of urgency flooded his chest. Someone was in distress, and James knew he couldn’t leave them behind. He had to act.
At the shed’s threshold, James hesitated, taking in one final breath. With trembling hands, he turned the doorknob, preparing himself for whatever awaited him inside. He expected darkness, decay, something monstrous. But when the door creaked open, the sight before him left him utterly speechless…….