The floorboards groaned. From under the staircase, a faint scratching sound began—slow, rhythmic, like fingernails dragging across wood.
The realization that Kuya’s room is empty.
A room where you can hear conversations from the house’s past.
The floorboards groaned. From under the staircase, a faint scratching sound began—slow, rhythmic, like fingernails dragging across wood.
The realization that Kuya’s room is empty. bahay ni kuya book 4 by paulito work
A room where you can hear conversations from the house’s past. The floorboards groaned
