Landlord Stumbles Upon Squatter, Turns Pale When He Realizes Who It Is

Calm before the storm

The trio moved toward the house, their footsteps quick but hesitant. James held the key tightly, his knuckles white. Emily lingered, glancing nervously at the windows. “It looks so normal,” she whispered. Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll handle it together,” he reassured her. The house loomed ahead, its secrets waiting.