Aldous Finch had investigated murder, disappearances, strange deaths and things that sensible people preferred not to discuss. After thirty years as a private detective, very little surprised him. But when a woman named Eleanor Whitmore arrived at his office one rainy Thursday evening, he sensed that her case would be different. She was an elderly woman dressed entirely in black, and she carried a small envelope containing a photograph of an enormous Victorian house. She explained that her husband had disappeared inside the property eleven years earlier. The police had searched every room, examined the surrounding grounds and questioned the neighbours, but found absolutely nothing. The strange part was that the house had been empty for decades before her husband entered it. Eleanor claimed that every few months she received a letter in her husband's handwriting. Each letter contained the same sentence: "Please don't let them know I'm still here." Finch examined the latest letter. It had arrived that very morning.
Finch travelled to the property the following afternoon. The house stood at the end of a neglected country road, surrounded by dead trees and an iron fence covered in rust. He noticed something immediately: although the building appeared abandoned, smoke was rising from one of its chimneys. The front door was unlocked. Inside, the air smelled of damp wood and something faintly metallic. Finch explored the ground floor, discovering an enormous dining room with thirteen chairs arranged around a table. Every chair had a name engraved on its back. One of them carried the name ALDOUS FINCH. His blood ran cold. He had never visited the property before. He continued upstairs and discovered a hallway lined with photographs. They depicted people standing outside the house, all staring directly at the camera. Some photographs were over a century old. In the final photograph, Finch recognized Eleanor Whitmore's missing husband. Standing beside him was a younger version of Eleanor. Written beneath the photograph were the words: "THEY NEVER LEAVE."
At precisely 11:47 p.m., Finch heard footsteps coming from the basement. He descended a narrow staircase and discovered a locked wooden door. Behind it, someone was quietly humming an old nursery rhyme. Finch forced the lock and entered a small room containing a desk, a chair and a typewriter. Sitting in the chair was Eleanor's missing husband, appearing exactly as he had in the photograph eleven years earlier. His face was pale, his clothes were covered in dust, and his eyes widened when he saw Finch. "You shouldn't have come," he whispered. "The house has been waiting for you." Before Finch could respond, the typewriter began striking keys by itself. A sheet of paper slowly emerged. It contained a single sentence: "THE DETECTIVE HAS FOUND THE WITNESS." Suddenly, every door in the basement slammed shut. The man grabbed Finch's coat and screamed, "RUN! IT TAKES THE PERSON WHO SOLVES THE CASE!" Finch turned towards the staircase, but the hallway was no longer there. Instead, he saw an endless corridor lined with doors. Behind each door, someone was desperately knocking.




















