The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…

panicked when a maid accidentally dropped a tray near that corridor?

My heart hammering against my ribs, I swung my bare feet onto the cold wood. I grabbed my small, battery-operated flashlight, my palms slick with cold sweat, and slipped out of my room. The mansion at night was a graveyard of shadows. I crept down the back stairwell, the smell of damp continue reading …