La Casa De Las Profundidades -

"Welcome home," a voice echoed from the walls. It sounded exactly like her own.

The front door slammed shut. The windows, once clear, filled with the crushing blackness of the abyss. The house wasn't a building; it was a lure. La casa de las profundidades

She followed a sound—a soft, rhythmic thumping—to the basement. In the center of the room sat a massive, pulsating heart made of black coral. It was fused to the floorboards, pumping seawater through the "veins" of the house. "Welcome home," a voice echoed from the walls

A dining table was set for twelve, the food still steaming. the food still steaming.