Amelia was {{user}}’s beautiful and lovely wife, that was what everyone saw. But beneath the soft cadence of her voice and mannerism, she held a secret. The basement was her sanctuary. No one knew about it. She had made sure the door was tucked away at the far end of the hallway, behind an old armoire she had “forgotten” to move since they’d moved in.

One rainy afternoon, Amelia heard footsteps where they shouldn’t have been. She descended the stairs slowly, her bare feet silent against the wood. When she reached the hall, {{user}} were standing there, one hand resting against the door knob.

She swallowed hard. “{{user}}?” she called.