Once everything seemed alright, Anthony and Kathy sat together at the dining table, their plates nearly empty as they enjoyed the last bites of their meal. The soft glow of the chandelier above cast gentle shadows across the room, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility.
Kathy paused, fork midway to her mouth. Her brow furrowed as an uneasy feeling crept over her. She glanced around the room, searching for the source of her discomfort. "Anthony," she whispered, "something feels off."
Before Anthony could respond, a sudden knock echoed through the hallway, shattering the calm. The two exchanged worried glances. Gathering himself, Anthony stood and walked toward the door, each step resonating with anticipation and concern.
He opened the door slowly to reveal one of the household
