On the third day, Elvira found a trapdoor in the floor, hidden under an old rug. She hesitated before opening it, but the need for answers was stronger.
He went down.
The basement was completely untouched, as if time had stood still there. There were drawings on the walls. Children’s drawings.
And in all of them, the same figure appeared: a woman.
Closed.
Elvira felt a chill.
—What happened here…?
In one corner, he found a box. Inside, there were letters. Dozens of them.
She read them one by one.
They belonged to a girl named Lucia.
Letters addressed to his mother.
But never sent.
“Mother, I’m scared.”
“Mother, he says I shouldn’t go out.”
“Mother, I promise to behave if you come back.”
Elvira felt a lump in her throat.
Then he understood.
The house was not abandoned.
She had been buried.
On purpose.
And the girl…
He never left.
A noise interrupted her.
Stronger this time.
Steps, again.
But this time, they were coming from upstairs.
Elvira ran upstairs.
The door was open.
And on the threshold…
There was a figure.
A girl.
Pale. Motionless. Looking at her.
—Lucía…? —Elvira whispered, not knowing why she said that name.
The girl did not respond.
But he slowly raised his arm… and pointed towards the forest.
Then he disappeared.
