Allen turned off the nightlights as he went downstairs, plunging the old mansion into darkness. The creaking of the wooden stairs echoed through the silence, and Betsy’s heart raced as she followed him, feeling an eerie presence in the shadows. She couldn’t fathom why he’d prefer such obscurity in the dimly lit house.
He moved ahead, seemingly oblivious to her presence, as if he was in a trance, guided by an unseen force. Betsy’s senses were on edge, an unsettling feeling of impending dread enveloping her, making her question the nature of the journey they were about to embark on within the enigmatic mansion.