Mr. Carlton’s expression softened slightly, though he still looked wary. “Come in, then.” Henry hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. The house, though familiar, felt even more oppressive in the dim evening light.
They exchanged small talk, the kind of awkward pleasantries that did little to ease the tension. After a few minutes, Henry gathered his courage. “There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he began. “While you were away, I noticed a few strange things in your house. I don’t know how to explain it, but—”