When I stepped into the run-down house my grandfather left me, I was already overwhelmed by grief, and the pressure of my uncertain future. But as I sorted through his belongings, a faint, eerie sound broke the silence — a baby crying in the basement! What I found down there changed everything.
The key stuck in the lock for a second before finally turning with a groan. I pushed open the door to Grandpa’s house — my house now, I guess — and stepped inside.
