La Casa De Las Profundidades -

The front door slammed shut. The windows, once clear, filled with the crushing blackness of the abyss. The house wasn't a building; it was a lure.

Clocks ticked on the walls, all synced to the same second. La casa de las profundidades

She followed a sound—a soft, rhythmic thumping—to the basement. In the center of the room sat a massive, pulsating heart made of black coral. It was fused to the floorboards, pumping seawater through the "veins" of the house. The front door slammed shut