“My older brother gives me ‘sleeping tea’ every night… until one night I pretended to drink it and discovered the secret hidden inside our house.

I peered inside.

The corridor was narrow and sloped downward, like a throat leading to the stomach of the house. Broken concrete steps and old pipes lined the sides.

I went down.

Each step felt like it was screaming even though I made no sound.

In the flashlight’s glow I noticed writing on parts of the wall.

Names.

Dates.

Arrows.

At the end of the corridor I heard something.Voices.

Low whispers.

I stopped, pressing against the wall.

And that’s when I saw it.

A yellow light leaking through a crack.