The Hidden Truth 3

We slept silently that night

Or at least pretended to.

No one said it out loud, but fear was in the walls with us.

Thick.

Heavy.

Breathing.

Then— THUD.

A loud bang—sharp enough to make my eyes fly open.

My chest tightened.

Across the room, Monster opened his eyes too—instantly alert, like he heard it in his bones.

Ryme was already awake, sitting up, hugging his knees.

Ryme

“What... was that sound?”

Ryme asked, voice low, shaky.

I sat up.

Emmanuel

“Where did it come from?”

Ryme turned toward the hallway.

Ryme

“I think... the other end. Like... down.”

Monster stood without a word and reached for his bag.

Pulled out the gun.

Loaded.

Ready

He didn’t ask us to stay behind.

We all followed.

The house creaked with every step we took.

Each stair under our feet groaned like it hadn’t held life in years.

The lightbulb above flickered.

Not fast—just enough to make everything feel wrong.

Then we saw it.

The bunker.

A hidden door under the staircase. Metal handle. Scratches all over it. Like something inside had tried to claw its way out.

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