“I’m going to check inside,” Kiara said, her voice barely more than a whisper. Becky, her own nerves on edge, followed closely behind. Kiara’s hand trembled slightly as she reached for the shed door, a chill of foreboding gripping her.
Inside, the shed was a chaotic jumble of strange and unsettling equipment—unusual tools, unfamiliar containers, and bizarre contraptions. The sight was both unexpected and alarming, intensifying the dread that had been building since their arrival.