CHAPTER 173

The dim light of the warehouse flickered as Philip and Jessica approached, their hearts pounding in their chests. The abandoned structure loomed ahead, its broken windows casting eerie shadows against the concrete walls.

“Greg said he saw someone watching him,” Jessica whispered, scanning the area for any signs of danger. “We need to be careful.”

Philip nodded, his senses heightened. They slipped through the door, the creaking sound echoing ominously. Inside, the scent of rust and decay filled the air. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light streaming through the gaps in the walls.

“Greg?” Philip called, his voice barely above a whisper. The silence that followed felt heavy, amplifying their unease.

As they moved deeper into the warehouse, they heard a noise—something shifting in the shadows. Philip gestured for Jessica to stay close, and they advanced cautiously, peering into the darkness.

“Over there,” Jessica pointed to a figure crouched behind some crates.

Philip’s heart raced. “