The red light inside the basement slowly became weaker.
The black blood on the floor stopped moving.
Arman stood quietly.
His chest felt lighter.
The boy smiled.
"You chose peace."
The girl with empty eyes whispered,
"The house is tired."
The woman's angry voice was gone.
Only silence remained inside the basement.
Arman placed his hand on the cracked wall.
"I am sorry," he said softly.
The wind outside slowly stopped screaming.
The old village clock began moving again.
Very slowly.
Tick…
Tick…
Tick…
The boy said quietly,
"Now the house will sleep."
And the red light disappeared completely.