After gathering some courage, two days later. he decided to try again. Brutus was protective but this time Henry felt more confident. He approached the basement door, which creaked loudly as he pushed it open.
A musty, stale odour, different from the rest of the house, hit him immediately. The basement was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. Shadows danced on the walls as he descended the stairs, heightening the eerie atmosphere.