What Was My Husband Hiding? I Followed the Noise and Found Out Too Much (3 of 4)

“What was that?” I breathed.

He stood. “We need to leave. Now.”

We slipped into the hallway, shadows clinging to our backs like ghosts. At the basement door, he stopped and turned to me.

“There’s something down there I never wanted you to see.”

“Then why are you showing me now?”

“Because keeping it hidden won’t protect us anymore.”

He led the way down the creaking stairs, each step sounding like a countdown. At the bottom sat a heavy wooden chest. He removed the cloth draped over it, revealing a strange case covered in glowing runes.

“It’s not just a relic,” he said. “It’s… alive. It’s power. And someone’s coming for it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was trying to protect you.”

The case pulsed, humming low. I reached out, drawn to it. Then a voice—low, foreign, laced with menace—broke the silence.