Aditya had been restless, unable to sleep. The rain had lessened slightly, but the house groaned and creaked under the weight of the waterlogged walls. He got up, intending to check the water level again. As he approached the stairs, he noticed something odd—a strange sound, like the soft, sluggish movement of water being displaced.
He squinted into the darkness, peering down the staircase, but it was too dim to see clearly. He thought it might be debris, something floating in from outside. But as he leaned closer, his blood ran cold. The shape wasn’t debris—it was moving, alive.