The moment Mark, my plumber, turned toward me—pale, shaking, eyes fixed on the basement door—I felt something was terribly wrong. He leaned in and whispered, “Pack your things and leave immediately. Don’t tell your kids.” My stomach dropped. I followed his stare into the darkness below, realizing he had seen something I hadn’t. I grabbed my children and ran… but part of me still wonders what would’ve happened if I’d looked first.
When Mark Thompson arrived that morning to continue renovating our upstairs bathroom, I barely noticed anything unusual at first. He was normally calm, meticulous, the […]