They dashed into the church, their footsteps echoing through the eerie interior. The place felt like a nightmare brought to life. Broken benches lay scattered, crosses of Jesus hung upside down on the walls, and every surface was marked with sinister, satanic symbols.
"This church looks just as haunted as it did the first time we came here," Lily said, glancing at Christina.
"Yeah, but we can't stay here now. Listen, everyone, follow me—there are stairs leading down to the basement," Christina instructed, her voice steady but urgent.
Hearing her, they hurried toward the basement. Upon reaching it, the familiar old basement door came into view. Christina quickly unlocked it, and they descended rapidly, their footsteps thundering against the cold stone steps.
