NECESITO HACER EL AMOR, NO TE MUEVAS —susurró el millonario a su criada. Lo que sucedió después es impactante.-

One late afternoon, unable to resist the pull any longer, Nathaniel decided to enter.

The heavy wooden door creaked as he pushed it open, the musty air inside immediately wrapping around him like an embrace from the past. Dust particles danced in the light filtering through the broken windows. The furniture, once regal and opulent, was now covered in sheets, as if the family had merely stepped out for a moment and would return at any time. But Nathaniel knew better. The place had been empty for years.

He ventured further into the grand hallway, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Each room he passed seemed frozen in time, as if someone had paused in the middle of a conversation and forgotten to come back. A grand chandelier hung above him, its crystals catching the light and casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Compelled by some unknown force, he pulled it from the shelf. As he opened it, a small piece of paper slipped out and fluttered to the floor. Nathaniel picked it up, his pulse quickening as he saw the words written on it in elegant, yet hurried handwriting:

“If you seek what was lost, find the heart of the house.”

He stared at the words for a long time, trying to make sense of them. What did it mean? The heart of the house? He was no stranger to riddles, but this one was unlike anything he had encountered before. Something told him this wasn’t just some random note—it was a clue. A clue to something hidden in the house. And for reasons he couldn’t fully explain, Nathaniel knew that he was meant to find it.

He placed the book back on the shelf and began to search the room more thoroughly. The shadows seemed to stretch, becoming darker the longer he stayed. A clock on the wall ticked loudly, its steady rhythm adding to the growing unease he felt. Nathaniel’s eyes flicked to a large portrait hanging above the fireplace—a family portrait, he realized, of the Hamiltons. There they were: Charles, Eleanor, and their two children, all dressed in fine clothes, their smiles frozen in time. But there was something strange about the painting. The eyes of the family members seemed to follow him, moving with a subtle intensity.

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