One day, while doing laundry, Candace receives an enigmatic call instructing her to look down her basement. Candace nearly ignores it because she believes she is being set up, but then something inside of her tells her that she should check to see if anything is there. Following instructions to the letter, she examines the basement’s brick wall and discovers herself in a deadly crimson room. As I was folding laundry, there was a call. The number was not known to me. Normally, I would not have answered, but I answered out of instinct.
Sharp and urgent, a woman’s voice sliced through the line. She answered, “Candace, you do not know me.” “However, I really advise you to look into your home’s basement. You will discover a great deal about your spouse. If you press the fifth brick to the right of the wooden cabinet, the door will open. She hung up before I could ask her name. With my heart pounding in my chest, I stood there clutching an odd-colored sock. I looked around our comfortable new house. Nick, my spouse, had taken care of all the construction, urging me to keep my hands off.
“It will come as a surprise,” he smiled.
And since Nick worked in design and building, I had total faith in him, so that was okay with me. As for being a surprise when the improvements were finished, Nick was not wrong. It was warm and inviting, with the perfect balance of contemporary design elements and rustic charm to appeal to Nick’s creative side. I adored the way our house came out. However, when I turned to face the cellar door, I started to feel a nagging fear. “Candace, you are being overly suspicious,” I reminded myself. “Girls these days are so dumb that this is probably just another practical joke.”
However, there was something distinct about the woman’s tone. I could not help but notice the sharpness in her voice; there was a seriousness that made my skin crawl. Nope,” I replied. “Let us investigate to determine if what she was saying was true.” I finished folding the wash and headed downstairs. We had not actually done anything with the basement yet, but it was quiet and cool. I had intended Nick to convert it into our shared office. “Honey, it is going to get better,” I said. “During the day, it is isolated from everyone and everything. And we will be able to shut out the cacophony once we have children.”
Nick said, “Yeah, I believe that is an excellent idea.” “After we finish the pool area, we can concentrate on this.” We had only left the wooden cabinet the woman had indicated, a bookshelf, and a couch in the basement thus far. I counted five bricks to the right as I descended the stairs and then pressed the brick the woman instructed me to press.