When I agreed to babysit for a quiet suburban family, I never imagined uncovering a chilling secret in their basement. One night, young Ben led me into the darkness, revealing a web of obsession that threatened to unravel us all. What we discovered changed our lives forever. “Kate,” Ben said, “there’s something you need to see.” “Ben, you know your dad said we can’t go down there. It’s off-limits.” “Dad’s not here. Just come. Please.”
His urgency shook me. “Alright, but we have to be quick.” We tiptoed to the basement door. My heart pounded as I turned the knob. It was dark and cold, and I could smell something musty. Ben flipped on the light. “Hurry.” I followed him, and what I saw made my blood run cold. The walls were plastered with photos of Linda. Hundreds of them. Linda at the grocery store, Linda reading a book, Linda asleep. “What the…?” I whispered. Ben tugged my sleeve. “
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