“Henry, is that you?” Mr. Carlton’s voice rang out, laden with a mix of confusion and concern. The sound was both a relief and a fresh wave of dread, as Henry realised that the night’s eerie events had taken yet another unsettling turn.
Henry, caught off guard, quickly shifted his focus. “Oh, Mr. Carlton! You’re back,” he said, his voice hurried and uncertain. He made a swift exit from the basement, trying to mask his anxiety.